Toff Comtesse la Draineuse for miniature-agnostic grimdark wargames

The damp, heavy air of the swampy hall fills the lungs, like diluted blood. Comtesse la Draineuse sits upon her "throne"—a mound of chitinous shells and writhing creatures, a grotesque embodiment of her insatiable hunger. With a languid wave of her gloved hand, the once-elegant fabric now faded and tarnished, she addresses her servants with disdainful indifference, their forms as withered as the earth beneath their feet. "Imbéciles, vous avez apporté... ce vin?" she murmurs, barely hiding a smi