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

"Where are we going?" Her voice is soft.

"Not back. At least not today. I want to stay here, at least for the day. Maybe she'll come back."

Her eyes scan mine. Looming over me like a particularly angry cat. I don't bother with her. Merely letting her shadow veil me from the sun.

"Don't know about you, but I'm tired."

All who could access this place had died. And any that wanted to threaten me would be scattered. Too scared to come and fight me.

So I yawn. Covering my mouth with my hand as I looked to the bright sky. I wander about the house, palming that gem and looking for anything that could serve as food.

She grits her teeth. Stopping herself from saying anything. I turn my head slightly, looking at her as she scrunches her brows.

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