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

Cold air washed over my hair, blowing it - and my ears - about in different ways, as if trying to place it in a certain spot... certain position.

I looked up, a question quickly coming to my mind.

I watched as her eyes trailed over my revealed form. That golden hair of hers, sprung down in curls that seemed to be artificial. Made by some sort of device... maybe?

I shook my head. It didn't matter how she had done it. Only that she was here. That Angela had recognized me.

But that brought even more questions.

Like out of everyone she could remember... for it was obvious that she was having memory problems. Why was it me of all people?

Did I have some special quality among myself that drew her in. A charm of some sort.

I muttered quietly, under my breath.

She echoed, her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me.

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