Her beautiful face is still recognizable but, instead of her lithe body, her face now sits atop an amorphous, pulsating mass of sallow flesh, little more than a swollen container encasing the Spawn of Nyarlathotep. Two baleful eyes can be seen glaring through the translucent yellow membrane of her belly.
Traits: babbles constantly in sing-song schoolgirl English about college friends and photography, and her metamorphosis as the bride of a god.
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