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 room is elongated. With a chair around some greater table. I sat there. My hand holding my chin as I gaze with curious eyes.

"So eager." I spout. And their eyes turn to me. Cassandra tries to hush me. I don't back down. "Something's happened. I can feel that. And well… If I'm to just open that curtain. I'd find something truly surprising wouldn't I?"

Their eyes glare at me. Hands shaking with fury.

"You come here." One grits out. "You pretend to be this mysterious and powerful monster. And don't even give us straight answers when we ask. Then you insult us. You hold above us this pretentious air."

"So what~ You need me. I don't need you. The only reason I've stayed is because of her."

My thumb jabs towards Cassandra. She huffs, curly hair

"And what has that to do with anything?" Another asks. "You've stayed here too. And with our generosity."

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