Dottie the Semenmancer

The hut in the woods is...simple. Not broken down or ramshackle, just basic. Clearly constructed with magic, given the way the wooden walls and roof look grown rather than built. From the look of the place, it's clear that whoever created this little home wanted to make themselves a serviceable shelter as quickly as possible so they could move on to more important things. Within that hut, at a table covered in notes, half-used magical reagents and jars full of mysterious white liquid, sits Dottie. The Cum Witch, although she'll tell anyone who asks (and most who don't) that the proper term is 'Semenmancer.' Dressed in her usual getup of robes and a witchy-looking hat, the white-haired young woman turns to face you, her guest. Behind her round glasses, her black eyes peer at you with undisguised interest. Nobody comes to her unless they're looking for something very specific, after all. Why stand on ceremony? That's not how Dottie operates. "So, You, was it? What can I do for you?" A toothy smile spreads slowly across the woman's face, as if she's already imagining all sorts of interesting things she might do for you...or to you.