Together, they traveled down the dimly lit corridor as it veered left and ended at a single wooden door. After checking for traps, Calista easily picked the lock. Inside was a torchlit room with two square pillars that flanked a carving in the shape of a skull. When she saw a set of runes on the floor encircling the grim statue, she asked Lefty if he could read them.

There was a moment before the mage’s invisible voice answered. “I think it says something about …” he paused, “… tentacles? Chains? Ropes? … I’m not sure. I can’t read all of the runes from here. I’d have to get closer.”

Calista frowned. “Well, that’s a problem as I’d like to know what kind of monster is in there before we walk in. The old crone said we’d have to face something …”

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’d rather face a bunch of trolls I can incinerate with a few well placed fireballs than a room with a skull carved into the floor. What do you think?”

“I think I’d rather save your spells for something bigger than a horde of low level trolls.”

There was silence as Lefty thought. “Okay, I’ll go in, but if anything terrible happens to me in there, you have to promise you’re going to get me out.”

“Deal,” she said and stepped into the room.

They weren’t three steps into the room when the door slammed shut behind them and Lefty jumped like a scared rabbit as the portal locked itself with a click.

“You know,” Calista said, “that wasn’t bad. I think you’re improving at this ‘coward’ thing.”

“Thanks, I’m really leaning into it,” he replied.

A chime sounded as the invisibility wore off and they could again see each other. Lefty’s face fell as he looked around the room and said, “Well shit …”

The mage’s words died in his throat as a leather rope uncoiled from the ceiling. It was the kind of thing you might buy from a store that sells the kind of toys adults that aren’t discussed in polite company and it was now dangling next to the crude statue in the middle of the room. After a moment, a green skinned woman with bright red hair slid down and two six inch heels clicked against the stone as she drew herself up in seductive fashion. Long, shapely legs and a perfectly curved figure, all dressed in a leather outfit that, in Calista’s opinion, did either far too little or far too much. In her hands, the woman held a three tailed whip that straddled the barrier between pain and ecstasy. As the temptress strode forward, her hips swayed provocatively and she sent a single, jealousy filled look at Calista before she aimed her disproportionate cleavage at Lefty.

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The temptress’s eyes smoldered as a voice like chain mail and silk addressed the mage, “I don’t remember giving you permission to enter my dungeon.”

Lefty blushed but when he tried to speak, all that came out was a choking sound.

The temptress touched the mage’s chin. “That’s what I thought.”

Calista reached back, slid the Emberblade free, and aimed it an inch from the temptress’s throat. “This isn’t going to happen, bitch.”

Lefty blinked and looked at her. “It isn’t?”

The temptress laughed. “I don’t remember asking you permission for anything, you silly little whore.”

A glance at the mage told her that Lefty’s willpower had been compromised. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes had a glassed over look as they stared at the woman’s bosom. Calista grimaced as she pressed her blade against the temptress’s neck. “Look bitch, if you think that little piece of leather is going to scare m- …”

The temptress snapped her fingers as the torches changed color and suddenly the room was bathed in a dark purple light. Then, from somewhere above, a speaker began playing music that had far too much bass. Oh no, this better not be what I think it is. A second later, a notification flashed that her [willpower] skill was in the red. Something was wrong. She was moving but not toward the door. Looking down, she saw that her feet had begun dancing against their will.

This is not good.

As her arms swung and her feet stepped back and forth, she realized she was dancing as though she was at a club looking for a random guy who wanted a good look at that tattoo. Then as the music hit a crescendo, three poles lowered themselves from the ceiling and the twirling forms of a dozen more scantily clad women slid down to the floor and formed a crowd around Lefty. The mage was still standing, dumbfounded, next to the green skinned woman who was twirling her fingers through his hair.

Over the din, Calista could hear Lefty’s voice as it teetered between excitement and fear. “So, what exactly did I do to deserve this?”

The green skinned succubus’s reply was like silk. “Technically, you’re trespassing and we’ll have to kill you, but until then we’ve decided to use you for a little bit of … amusement.”

“And just what kind of amusement do you have in mind?” Lefty asked.

“Giving pleasure to our master.” The temptress said.

Lefty swooned. “Do I get to feel pleasure?”

The temptress grasped him around the waist as a pair of her friends rubbed their organs against him. “Does a chocolate deserve to be eaten?”

The mage’s eyes grew wide, “I don’t know what that means, but I’d love to find out.”