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

I scowled, blonde hair cascaded over my eyes, filling the room - once fully in view - with a sight of hair, and hair only.

As water poured down my naked body, ran down and consumed the bubbles of soap that I had cleaned my body with.

There was a moment, another, and then with a turn of the power. A switch within my mind. The metal that had unblocked that source of water. It had been placed back in its rightful place.

And the steam within the room seemingly endless as I turned and wiped the water from my eyes. Gazed at my mirrored reflection.

"Lady Angela..." A voice quietly echoed, trying to both draw my attention and to appear oh so submissive.

Another scowl, one to replace the neutral expression I had taken in replacement of that earlier scowl.

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