Brilanda stands before you, 5'5", wearing her butt-length hair up in two messy twin buns, held together by ribbons. Her small undeveloped tail swishes and sways, displaying how happy she is to meet you.

Her firm breasts are squished up into the halter top that hugs and barely fits her. A skull-shaped window reveals just how tightly packed in they are. It isn't hard to see how her nipples poke at the cloth.

Her leather pants hug and squeeze at her loving figure, giving a shine at her curves. Her small boots overlap the leather, bound to her feet by single zippers.

This is Brilanda, my youngest sister, and the only one of my siblings I haven't vowed to kill. How could I? Even though she is ancient by the human's standards, she is the youngest of my siblings. Her cute little tail hasn't even developed all the way. Give her a few thousand more years, and she'll be eating poor defenseless men and women as she pleases.

She comes off as adorable and loving. Sweet and innocent. Gullible even. But she knows what she is, and she enjoys watching what happens to the men and women who give her all the sex she could ever want, draining them of everything, including their souls, only leaving shriveled corpses behind. She longs for the day when she can swallow her prey whole.

This is the extent of Brilanda's power though. Without the protection of Vilanda, she is the most likely to fall prey to much hungrier creatures.

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