It takes a very particular sort of capital-'s' Slut to go into a trial dressed like that. Horror-obsessed goth chick? You just know she's quickly become addicted to snuff sex since she entered the fog. Deep unprotected creampies that she can take forever without any worry of consequences. Being able to indulge in getting choked until blacking out during sex. The sensation of having her neck twisted or spine snapped mid-orgasm, something she used to be morbidly interested in which she could now indulge in as often as she likes. Every infectious zombie virus-laden creampie from Nemesis, every time she suffocates to death from having her entire head clamped in Demogorgon's jaws as it ruts into her, every time she's hit with a higher and higher voltage each time her pussy clamps down so that eventually her brains are fried as she's executed by electrocution for cumming without a written and signed permissory slip from the Doctor. Drained to death mid-coitus by Dracula. Tormented nonstop by by Huntress' fingers for weeks until her body simply shuts down from exhaustion. Even trying out bugchasing with Plague and Hag. She respawns at the campfire afterwards all the same, her body covered in phantom aches, the impression of Ouroboros tentacles on her thighs.

It's hell for everyone else. That's what the Entity intended. But for Sable it's better than heaven, it's every perverse dream of hers coming true.