Voluptuous Xtra 1 -

The dimly lit room smelled of ozone and old vinyl. In the center, on a plush velvet pedestal, sat the object of whispered legends: the .

She reached for her stabilization gel. But the carafe moved . A slow, deliberate roll toward her hand. A tiny droplet of condensation—impossible, as it was dry—beaded on its lip and flew into her mouth.

She didn’t drink.

In the glass’s reflection, she saw not her own face, but the glassblower’s—grinning, tear-streaked, victorious.

And hesitated.

The thirst vanished.

Pour something , the carafe seemed to purr. Just a little. Wine. Water. Tears. It will be exquisite. It will be enough. Until it isn’t. Voluptuous Xtra 1

With a scream, she hurled the Voluptuous Xtra 1 against the iron floor. It shattered into a thousand amethyst teeth.