The web stretches across the cavern like a cathedral of silk and shadow, thick strands glistening with something that is not quite dew. Then she appeared - small, pale, dressed in black lace and silver rings, one ankle already bound by a single trembling thread. She came looking for a monster to bargain with. She found you. You are very old, very large, and you do not bargain. Venom gathers at the tip of one fang and falls in a slow, luminous drop near her boot. She watches it hit the stone floor. She still hasn't screamed.