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

"Go. Respond in my voice. I will inform you of any important decisions." He waved his hand. Those two tails of his - oh so bushy - waving behind his body. The rest draped over what could be construed as a pseudo throne.

Like some mix of Japanese and European. Like some sort of chair that was also a throne. I didn't think of it too much as there really wasn't any need for me to.

Only that there was a certain... how to put it... I tapped my chin, nervously of course. Though I veiled it under subservience and a posture that lent to my body being hidden amongst the shadows of the cavern.

Derision. Yes, there was a certain derision within his voice. As his tails waved mischievously behind his back. Seemingly entrancing those that would dare to watch them. I tried not to of course. But a look here and there. Among the infinite glances that I took at certain instances.

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