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

The meeting ran long. Whatever it was that they had to discuss. It was of enough importance that Cassandra and I could reconvene.

"So~ annoying." She moans. Her head is upside down on the couch. Staring at me with this bored look.

"Yes. Yes. Very annoying." I agree.

"Mhm! Mhm...!" She hums. "I can't believe that they interrogated me. Me! This is your fault. All of this is your fault. You should've just left. Now shoo."

Cassandra waves her hand at me. Attempting to kick me out.

"Ah- But they made it quite clear that I was to stay. Stay put and do nothing." My smirk is oh so delicious. "That was their exact wording. Funny how things work out."

There was a sudden voice. Quite sullen at that too.

"Cassandra, you've been ordered to take on a supply run. Use the same bag and take as much as you can."

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