All she can do is watch

The dungeon master took another slow sip from his teacup, then lowered it and looked straight at the golden statue of Genevive lying on its side near the throne.

“I think Genevive would make a great addition to my collection,” he said casually, as if commenting on the weather. “She has such a lovely frozen expression already.”

He snapped his fingers once.

The golden statue of Genevive lifted into the air without a sound. It floated smoothly toward the throne and settled into place right at the base, positioned as a footrest. Her body was arranged so that her arched stomach formed a perfect step for his boots, her spread legs framed the front of the throne, and her face, still locked in that wide-mouthed ahegao, tilted upward, ready to be used. The mirrors caught every angle of her new position, multiplying the humiliating sight endlessly.

The master laughed, a high, childish sound that echoed through the chamber.

“All these decorative statues are fully sentient, you know. Completely lucid inside their golden shells. They can see everything, feel everything, think everything… but there’s absolutely nothing they can do about it.”

To prove his point he snapped his fingers again.

Genevive’s golden chest suddenly expanded as she took a huge, **** breath. The sound was wet and ragged, like someone who had been drowning for hours finally breaking the surface. Her eyes filled with frantic life.

“Please!” she gasped, voice cracking with panic. “This is all my fault. I was the one who brought us here. I was arrogant. I ignored the warnings. Let the others go. Please, just release my guild. They don’t deserve this. I’ll stay. I’ll be your footrest forever if you want, just let them leave!”

Chell felt a rush of relief at hearing Genevive’s voice again, sharp, proud, still trying to find solutions even while trapped in gold. But the relief died almost instantly, replaced by cold horror. If Genevive was lucid in there, then every single golden woman surrounding the throne was the same. Trapped. Aware. Screaming inside frozen bodies while the world saw them as decorations.

Genevive kept pleading, words tumbling out faster. “I’ll take full responsibility. Just–”

The master snapped his fingers a third time.

Genevive’s face froze instantly back into the perfect ahegao expression, mouth stretched wide, tongue lolling out, eyes rolled up so only the whites showed. No more words. No more movement. Just the silent, humiliated statue once again.

“You see why I prefer them frozen now?” the master said to no one in particular, voice light and amused. He leaned back on his throne, one boot resting casually on Genevive’s golden face.

Roisin, still kneeling, nodded slowly. “Your wisdom is unmatched, my lord. Freezing them is far more elegant.”

The master’s gaze slid sideways to Dheris. The naked warrior was still on all fours, panting, ass wigging slightly.

“Muscle mommies are unfortunately not my taste,” he said with a shrug. “Too much bulk, not enough elegance. You can leave. Go find yourself a weak man to serve as his personal sex pet. I’m sure you’ll be very happy barking for table scraps.”

Dheris’s eyes lit up. She barked happily, loud and eager, then turned around without hesitation. A door of soft golden light manifested behind her. She crawled toward it on all fours, heavy breasts swinging, ass swaying with every movement. The chain on her collar dragged along the mirrored floor with a soft clink.

“Dheris!” Chell yelled, voice breaking. “Dheris, wait! Don’t go!”

Dheris didn’t even turn her head. She crawled straight through the light door and vanished. The portal winked shut behind her, leaving only silence and the faint echo of her final happy bark.

The master stood up from his throne, stepping down directly onto Genevive’s frozen golden face as if it were nothing more than a footstool. He floated gently down from the raised platform until he stood in front of the still-bowed Roisin.

“I think I’ll add the dark witch and the uwu streamer into my harem,” he announced. “They both look like they’ll be entertaining.”

Roisin and Elizabeth both perked up instantly.

“Really, my lord?” Roisin asked, red eyes glowing with excitement.

Elizabeth giggled, pigtails bouncing. “Yay! I get to be in the harem? That’s gonna get so many likes~”