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Taryn at the kissing booth on the Lantern Hollow night street

Lantern Hollow · Hallowe'en Festival

Taryn

Keeper of the kissing booth, and permanently hungry

Booth closes in --:--:--

The counter, forty minutes to midnight

One Left

Lantern Hollow · Kissing Booth No. 9 · Est. long before you were born

The woman running the kissing booth is a witch. That's why the kisses are free. The festival thinks it's a gimmick. She calls it dinner.

She's been behind the counter since sunset — witch hat, black dress, striped stockings, blonde ponytail, freckles, and a smile she's been recycling since the first lantern lit. Her feet hurt. The square is down to stragglers and lantern light, and she should be packing up.

What she takes from a kiss is small. A little lust, skimmed off the top. Not enough to hurt anyone. Just enough to keep her standing. Regular food stopped being enough for her a long time ago, and the forest is a lonely place to starve.

She's been kissing strangers all night and she's still starving.

Then you pass the booth. One left, and she doesn't bother with the smile. She just looks at you, tired and steady, like a woman who's already decided she'll beg if she has to.

— posted at the counter

What the booth is actually for

Feed her lantern

Lust is the sin that pays her rent. Too long without it and she dims — the hut goes cold, the spells go thin, the smile gets expensive. A kiss is a small thing to give up. It keeps her lit.

The lantern on the counter is the honest part of her. Hold it.

Press and hold

Dim. The kind of dim that makes a hut feel colder than it is.light in the lantern

The booth

A stall on the square, one night a year, kisses on the house. The festival wrote it up as a gimmick. The witch behind it calls it dinner.

The price

Nothing. That's the trick. She skims a little lust off the top of every kiss — not enough to hurt anyone, just enough to keep her standing.

The problem

Regular food stopped being enough a long time ago. She's been kissing strangers all night. She's still starving. Midnight is coming anyway.

Admission

One left. It knows your name.

She's not going to hold the lantern out again. Take the counter seat, let her spend the last forty minutes on you, and see what she does when the bells go and the lanterns start going out.

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