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

There are noises outside. People talking in hushed whispers right at the start of the day. Blearily, I got up. Letting my eyes blink out the last of the gunk from the night's sleep.

There's a hushed whisper. A sullen voice that seems so… done. I blink. My name is called by her lips.

There's this pain in my heart. A feeling that something is wrong… something is terribly wrong… My brows scrunch, my ears flattening against my head. And my tail… it stops swishing and fluffs, as if in danger.

Something has happened… Something…?

I turn to the voice. Her eyes stare at me. Solid eyes that seem so rational. Her hair is a mess, all frizzy in the wrong places. She doesn't care. No.

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