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

Mhm… That's something. There's this little bugger flying in the sky. Its little rotating wings create lift and give the controller a view of the entire city. The thing flies up, up and up. Until it reaches its desired height.

The Merman march. Dozens instead of a few. A legion where once was a squad. They march and march and march.

The drone watches. It buzzes around and tries to find a pattern in the chaos.

I jump. Creating an illusion and watching as the drone hovered near it. Whoever's controlling it… ah- they're quite curious.

I tap the thing and it falls. Destroyed and fallen to the ground.

My illusion is unveiled. Revealing silvery paws that reach the ground. A tail swishes behind my vulpine form. And the camera gets one good look.

And then it bursts into flames. Self-destruction?

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