SpacesSnips

I died.
That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being?
Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon.
Maybe I had lived a pious last life.
Laughable as that was.
But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world.
In short, I am now a villain.
I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death.
My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon.
And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might.
"Before you're cuteness~"
Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

A Trap in a Lewd Dungeon

My legs kick in the air. Below us people mill about.

"What's happening out there? I've been so focused on here." I wave my hand over the city. My small town that had grown so much. "That I've no idea of what has happened out there."

Her lips purse. She leans a bit forward. Casting her gaze below our feet.

What made her so trusting of me? Why does she lean on me so? Is it the healing, the immense trust that I had given her? Or something else, something a bit more personal?

Her head lays against my shoulder. A finger runs through my tails, it lays over her lap. And fluffs against her legs.

"It's not vital. I'd much prefer our prosperity, but I need to know."

A soft position would work better.

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