Alice turn bad (Patreon)

The ballroom flickered with crimson light, candles dripping wax like veins across black velvet. Alice was no longer the innocent girl who once chased a rabbit—she had grown into a temptress draped in satin, eyes gleaming with rebellion.The Mad Hatter poured ruby wine into her glass, his grin crooked, his gaze daring. She laughed low, a sound darker than midnight, swirling the drink between her fingers before letting it stain her lips.The White Rabbit leaned close, whispering riddles not meant for children. His words brushed her ear like secrets dipped in sin. Alice only smiled, tilting her head back, the fire of the drink burning down her throat, her pulse quickening with the thrill of danger.No tea party tonight. This Wonderland was different—decadent, forbidden. And Alice, intoxicated by both the wine and the eyes watching her, chose not to wake up.