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Re: Expedition to the Dungeon of Lust
The crowd has spoken! E has been chosen.
Chapter 2: On a Wing and a Prayer
It is easy for a scholar like me to say that religion is a bothersome construct, a distraction from the truths of the world and relying on the crutch of something beyond your own ability. But for one like Sister Olivia, it becomes something different. She was the real thing, a warrior of faith who stood for the rights of others. We didn't always see eye to eye, but I always respected her... - excerpts from the Last Papers of the Scholar Eleanor d'Salve
"And so I pray... let me save the innocents within the dungeon. And also Curfew, I guess," Olivia said, finishing her final prayer to her gods before she delved the dungeon. She could feel that it was time. Not thanks to a vision or anything of the like, but because she couldn't stand it anymore. Now one of their number, a drinking buddy even, had been lost to the place. A week before, Allison Murphy had gone in, and had never been heard from again.
Olivia would change that. She had to! She was the one chosen by the gods for this task. And her faith would surely pull her through. Nonetheless, fear still clung to her heart, and she wished desperately that she could bring allies, such as Louise, or Ellie... or even Kyrie. For as prideful as Kyrie was, she was skilled, that was clear.
No matter. The day had come. She had spent the whole of the previous day, and all the previous night, praying and fasting in preparation for what was to come, and she was as ready as she'd ever be. In truth, though, she could not bear to see her friends again before she left, or else she might falter.
So she was shocked to see them at the entrance, waiting for her.
"You shouldn't have come," Olivia said, embarrassed.
"Nonsense! We're cheering for you, girl." Louise patted her on the back. "Just remember. There are bounties for anyone you bring back safe, so collect that gold when you return!"
"I have no need of such things, you know my faith is all I'd need." Olivia smiled nonetheless, the pep talk was helpful.
"Don't let your faith get in the way of your survival, Olivia," Ellie said, stepping up close. "You can use the money to improve your church, maybe get it a permanent building instead of the shack it's in now. Wouldn't that be a nice offering to your gods?"
Ah, well that perked Olivia's interest. She smiled, and stepped towards the door to the dungeon.
"Thank you all again. And see you soon, I know it!" They waved as she entered. Her heart was lightened, until the door closed behind her, and she was alone. The entire world felt different. This was the dungeon of lust.
The Dungeon Entrance
The chamber was vast, columns lined two by two down a lengthy corridor. It was clear that this chamber was designed for the sake of ostentation, and Olivia was clearly impressed. With torch in hand she gazed upon it, and found on the walls grand murals. They were beautiful... and lewd. Men and women having sex. Men and men. Women and women! All sorts of positions and types, even... multiple men to a woman. Olivia flushed, thinking back to the years before she joined her faith. The cravings of a human were still something she had, even though she had forsworn pleasures of the flesh... not something her religion specifically mandated, but something she chose for herself, something of a sacrifice to show the seriousness of her pledge. Something of her old life to give up. And yet, this was a reminder. In fact, the whole dungeon would remind her, she was sure of it.
Was it not true that there were some ulterior motives for coming here? No, of course not. Olivia brushed off the horrible feeling and marched on, up the broad staircase to the higher level of the chamber, and to the broad double-doors that led further in. The double-width hallway led farther into the darkness, but she could see a door off to the side, only thirty feet away. She knew she'd choose it first, so did not look farther. The door was made of stone, and on it was another mural. This time it was something similar to a painting she'd once seen in the far east... something called The Fisherman's Wife. She couldn't help but yelp in surprise.
"This place is dirtier than I imagined..." she mused to herself, but she couldn't help but smile. Nonetheless, she knew sneaking in wasn't an option, so she merely opened the door, letting it swing outward and showing what it was within!
And it was a bath. Brightly lit by candles and even a chandelier, the room was made of stone polished so well that it shone. On one end was a bench, with towels and various other items, like shampoos and soaps. Even a shower there. And then there was the centerpiece, sunk into the floor with a small staircase leading into it, the bath, bubbling with warmth! She walked in and knelt beside it, touching the water with her hand. It was hot, but comfortably so. It was the most peaceful, unexpected room. And there was a doorway out, but it was open and when she went to peek in, it was clearly a separate steam room.
"Why is all this in a dungeon of lust?" Olivia mused to herself. This place was polluted by magic, it seeped out of the cracks in the walls. So why such a mundane place. Could the pool itself be magical?
A.) Take a Bath - Olivia could use a good scrub, having spent so much time in fasting and prayer. It would be oh so relaxing, and if she barricaded the door properly she could even make this her own safe room for if she ever needed to hide or rest. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to see if the girl dyed her pubes to match her hair?
B.) Take a Sip - There's always the possibility the water is magical. There was a faucet, a shower, and the bath. Obviously, one wouldn't drink from the bath itself, but why not drink from the faucet? Who wants to bet that it's magical?
C.) Both of the Above - Enough said.
D.) Leave - The mission must go on! Any second spent here means more girls getting violated, as we the viewers already know. Besides, it could be a trap.
The crowd has spoken! E has been chosen.
Chapter 2: On a Wing and a Prayer
It is easy for a scholar like me to say that religion is a bothersome construct, a distraction from the truths of the world and relying on the crutch of something beyond your own ability. But for one like Sister Olivia, it becomes something different. She was the real thing, a warrior of faith who stood for the rights of others. We didn't always see eye to eye, but I always respected her... - excerpts from the Last Papers of the Scholar Eleanor d'Salve
"And so I pray... let me save the innocents within the dungeon. And also Curfew, I guess," Olivia said, finishing her final prayer to her gods before she delved the dungeon. She could feel that it was time. Not thanks to a vision or anything of the like, but because she couldn't stand it anymore. Now one of their number, a drinking buddy even, had been lost to the place. A week before, Allison Murphy had gone in, and had never been heard from again.
Olivia would change that. She had to! She was the one chosen by the gods for this task. And her faith would surely pull her through. Nonetheless, fear still clung to her heart, and she wished desperately that she could bring allies, such as Louise, or Ellie... or even Kyrie. For as prideful as Kyrie was, she was skilled, that was clear.
No matter. The day had come. She had spent the whole of the previous day, and all the previous night, praying and fasting in preparation for what was to come, and she was as ready as she'd ever be. In truth, though, she could not bear to see her friends again before she left, or else she might falter.
So she was shocked to see them at the entrance, waiting for her.
"You shouldn't have come," Olivia said, embarrassed.
"Nonsense! We're cheering for you, girl." Louise patted her on the back. "Just remember. There are bounties for anyone you bring back safe, so collect that gold when you return!"
"I have no need of such things, you know my faith is all I'd need." Olivia smiled nonetheless, the pep talk was helpful.
"Don't let your faith get in the way of your survival, Olivia," Ellie said, stepping up close. "You can use the money to improve your church, maybe get it a permanent building instead of the shack it's in now. Wouldn't that be a nice offering to your gods?"
Ah, well that perked Olivia's interest. She smiled, and stepped towards the door to the dungeon.
"Thank you all again. And see you soon, I know it!" They waved as she entered. Her heart was lightened, until the door closed behind her, and she was alone. The entire world felt different. This was the dungeon of lust.
The Dungeon Entrance
The chamber was vast, columns lined two by two down a lengthy corridor. It was clear that this chamber was designed for the sake of ostentation, and Olivia was clearly impressed. With torch in hand she gazed upon it, and found on the walls grand murals. They were beautiful... and lewd. Men and women having sex. Men and men. Women and women! All sorts of positions and types, even... multiple men to a woman. Olivia flushed, thinking back to the years before she joined her faith. The cravings of a human were still something she had, even though she had forsworn pleasures of the flesh... not something her religion specifically mandated, but something she chose for herself, something of a sacrifice to show the seriousness of her pledge. Something of her old life to give up. And yet, this was a reminder. In fact, the whole dungeon would remind her, she was sure of it.
Was it not true that there were some ulterior motives for coming here? No, of course not. Olivia brushed off the horrible feeling and marched on, up the broad staircase to the higher level of the chamber, and to the broad double-doors that led further in. The double-width hallway led farther into the darkness, but she could see a door off to the side, only thirty feet away. She knew she'd choose it first, so did not look farther. The door was made of stone, and on it was another mural. This time it was something similar to a painting she'd once seen in the far east... something called The Fisherman's Wife. She couldn't help but yelp in surprise.
"This place is dirtier than I imagined..." she mused to herself, but she couldn't help but smile. Nonetheless, she knew sneaking in wasn't an option, so she merely opened the door, letting it swing outward and showing what it was within!
And it was a bath. Brightly lit by candles and even a chandelier, the room was made of stone polished so well that it shone. On one end was a bench, with towels and various other items, like shampoos and soaps. Even a shower there. And then there was the centerpiece, sunk into the floor with a small staircase leading into it, the bath, bubbling with warmth! She walked in and knelt beside it, touching the water with her hand. It was hot, but comfortably so. It was the most peaceful, unexpected room. And there was a doorway out, but it was open and when she went to peek in, it was clearly a separate steam room.
"Why is all this in a dungeon of lust?" Olivia mused to herself. This place was polluted by magic, it seeped out of the cracks in the walls. So why such a mundane place. Could the pool itself be magical?
A.) Take a Bath - Olivia could use a good scrub, having spent so much time in fasting and prayer. It would be oh so relaxing, and if she barricaded the door properly she could even make this her own safe room for if she ever needed to hide or rest. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to see if the girl dyed her pubes to match her hair?
B.) Take a Sip - There's always the possibility the water is magical. There was a faucet, a shower, and the bath. Obviously, one wouldn't drink from the bath itself, but why not drink from the faucet? Who wants to bet that it's magical?
C.) Both of the Above - Enough said.
D.) Leave - The mission must go on! Any second spent here means more girls getting violated, as we the viewers already know. Besides, it could be a trap.
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