Lizett Baskerville walked into the Grandhote in all her gothic splendor. She had long, flowing pink hair, and a black witch hat atop it. She wore a black dress with a purple bow around her neck. She had silver cross earrings adorn her ears, and comfortable leather boots clicked as she traversed the tile floor.
Her maid Vektoria pulled Liz’s luggage behind her in a large bag. The British witch was glad she turned that boy Vektor into a perfect servant for herself. She loved to take along her formally arrogant victims out into the world to display. While she knew that the maid and frog could not vocalize it, they squirmed mentally as others stared and treated them like their new forms.
To the witch's dismay, her emerald eyes did not spy a mocha skin Brazilian woman behind the reception counter like she hoped. She wanted to see her dream girl, Martha more than anything, enough to travel from England to Switzerland. The British witch had a crush on the human turned genie. Martha usua