Below The Tower of the Mad Mage

Rosey took her third mincing step onto the floor right in front of the steps, the sashay stopped as she processed her map. An exposed pitfall a few meters in front of her. A tripwire that had been broken, darts scattered around the floor near it, another grouping of pitfalls.

Had someone been here before her? All signs pointed to that fact, seeing as the traps of the dungeon all seemed to have been activated, making the worst part about getting through this floor just the fact that she was so damn slow, and she couldn't actually 'see' the world around her, merely plead with the heels to do their job probably. They did, mostly.

Past the pitfalls, around the darts, underneath several low hanging wooden paddles....Rosey made it to the end of this section. A wooden door awaited.

She opened it.

In front of her was.....nothing. Well, more precisely, a door far at the end of the hall, but the floor had been pulled out, meaning she couldn't reach said door. Examining it more intently, she realized a spot for a grapple hook lie on the ceiling.....if only she had the ability.

The massive fall did not look to be pleasant. It was far enough that her echolocation returned only cursory glimpses of the very edge of the bottom. Something was down there, and she was not eager to find out what.

Taking stock of her situation, Rosey contemplated what she had at her disposal to cross the gap; some wooden planks, darts, a tripwire and really, not much more. The darts were useless, and she wasn't too eager to know what was in them, meaning she crossed them off her mental list....maybe she could tie the planks together? Would that count as a tool? It was her only hope of crossing the gap.

The planks were a bitch to get out of the wall. They fought her all the way out of the way, popping free with no ease. The tripwire was easy enough, and much to Rosey's rare luck, nothing happening when she tied it together with the planks. In fact, the opposite of what she hoped happened, especially with the slow work job it had taken, tying the material together without actually seeing any of it.

Skill Check - Complete failure! Due to your Status Effect 'Idiot!', you were unable to assemble the bridge successfully!

Damnit. She (mentally) huffed in exasperation, and let herself relax for a minute; there had to be another solution, one that didn't involve these boards. Maybe there was something in the room to reengage the floor? Nada. Something else to help her get across? Nope. Some secret which would let her.....

Feeling despair creeping up on her, Rosey felt a pulse from her Bracelets, as if they were speaking to her. No, not speaking...knocking at the door of her mind almost, asking her to enter areas she controlled. It was similar to the heels. Not knowing if she was going insane or merely dealing with the cursed equipment, Rosey sat down, shoving the thought from her mind; still, the subtle knock was ever present...asking her to enter.

They guided her hands towards the boards, and she witnessed them begin to assemble a ramshackle bridge; before they finished, however, they seemed to make a deal with her. Let them have power over her arms, and they'd create the bridge for her. If she chose not to let them have the power, she'd have no avenue to the next room. The deal was painfully obvious.

Rosey consented, figuratively opening the door, as her hands scrambled to complete the boards, working without even sight or thought. Her bridge was constructed in no time, and she felt herself waltz over to the empty space, slowly sliding the rickety contraption across the pit, having a few narrow misses before it finally reached the other side.

Her heels stood her up straight, and she squeezed her eyes shut as they carefully did the balancing act across the thin boards. They strained under weight, squeaking loudly, and Rosey worried for a few seconds if all that effort had been for naught. 1/3rd of the way there. 1/2th. 3/4th's. Inches from the other side.

Solid ground. She was there! Amazingly, her good luck had held, she actually had made it across the perilous pit, making her closer to her eventual freedom.

The next floors traps were not as easily spotted, requiring actual effort to go around; a tripwire was just an extra high step from the heels, a pressure plate meant she had to shimmy around the area, the chain between her legs sounding perilously close. All in all, she found no enemies, no loot, and no bad luck in the area.....

Everything was too easy for a mad mages home. She knew her worries were correct when she stepped through the threshold into the 5th room. A jolt shot down her back, and the room swam. For a brief flicker of a second, the room had been filled with erotic statues, grotesques looking placards and artwork, exotic looking NPCS....

That images faded, replaced with a totally different view. A captive Rogue's nightmare was before her: a room filled to the brim with gold, gilded loot, and other flowery looking gear, all looking like the stuff of legendary players. Not just the stuff of legendary players, the stuff which would fill a pocket book with gold if sold to the right suckers.

Even without sight, the room seemed off somehow; as if someone had only made half of it, with the gold appearing then disappearing in Rosey's mental map, and the colors shifting and changing, confusing her brain even further.

It was a trap. It had to be. Thankfully, her heels took her suggestion to flee the room, not touching a singular item in the room. It reminded her of an old dungeon she'd experienced, with mimics and other traps. That's what it was. If she touched the gold, she'd be screwed. Her mind just had to ignore it.

Copper filled the next room, then silver, all looking tempting. Rosey could make it past without touching. She knew it.

Platinum filled the next room, with Ultra-Legendary loot besides it. As she waltzed through the room, she felt a smile. Whatever foolish tricks the dungeon had tried, she wasn't going to fall victim to. Touching the loot meant she'd be saddled with additional loot, that was guaranteed. She wasn't an idiot.

Before she left the room, she took a deep breath, her sense of greed sated by the smell of the platinum's odor. God, to have even one would be a game changer; everything would be easy. The door didn't budge when she attempted to open it. After a few attempts, she felt the heels lock her into place, as if even they were confused; they did nothing for awhile, and she tried the door once more, still getting nothing but disappointment.

Her mind wandered....and wandered.....one platinum was worth.....surely it wouldn't hurt?....

Flanked on both sides by piles and piles of platinum coins, she felt herself make a heel turn. Not the heels, but truly her, as if she had become a driver suddenly; in the same way, she felt herself bending at the hip to grab the platinum. It touched her hand softly as she felt it over with her fingers, laughing at the feeling of it. She couldn't see it that well, but she'd certainly knew the feeling of the games money enough.

A bolt of electricity rocked her body, making her yelp and collapse onto the ground. The mental image of the room wavered as everything faded into non-existence, and a flow of magic began into her body as a voice spoke up in her mind.

YOU HAVE FAILED YOUR FINAL CHALLENGE MS. GAILEM

PROCEED TO THE NEXT ROOM AND FIND ME AFTER

Rosey shook at the voice, worried at what it meant, and who the hell Ms. Gailem was. A crackling from her interface made her forget that question.

Perk Acquired!:

Not in Control (Lvl. ?̸̙̰̼̱̋?̴͈͓̑̌D̴͉͍̱̈̓̃Á̷̪̳̟̂ͅT̷̥͓̱̹̀̂͐͝Ą̴̞̯̏͒͋̑Ó̴̧̨̼̹̑̚V̶̟̉̒Ȩ̵̜̠̺̑̔̈́́R̵̫̳̬͛̅F̵̜̖̿̚͜͠͝Ĺ̴̘͓̚O̸̦̤͉̺͛̈́͑W̵̙̱̆͘?̸̨̡̦͝?̸̦͙̙̬͌ of V̵̥̀ạ̷̀r̵̋ͅi̷̅͜a̸̰̒b̴͚͝l̸͇̀e̸̖̐-̷̰͋U̵̟͝N̸̫͝K̴̿͜N̷̗̓Ọ̷͌W̵̭̉N̷̫͐) - You've failed Argathus's final test regarding your sin of lust, and the chickens are coming home to roost! Disables functional control over any section of body which currently are touching cursed artifacts.

P̷E̷R̸K̴ ̸N̸A̴M̷E̶ ̷M̴I̷S̸S̸I̵N̵G̶ (Lvl. 0 of 0) - Uh....you were supposed to get the scenario for the vice of lust, not one of the other six? The other one's are sorta in the demo stages and I just put them in cuz I didn't wanna forget to work on 'em. Sorry babe, just go to the next room ;)

Rosey felt her body seize up like the times before, but this time, it was as if she felt her control fading from....everywhere. It wasn't that she was unable to control her heels, but that she couldn't even think of how she would if she could. All she could do is interact insider her mind, desperately trying to use her hands that were opening a door, or stop her feet which were walking down steps of a cryptic looking room.

Her mental map disappeared for a minute, as if the earrings weren't even going to cooperate with her, but it reappeared eventually, as if the earrings were taking pity on her.

An altar took up the majority of the room, and on it, one item. A hunk of iron. Rosey's hands grasped it tightly, and then proceeded past the altar to the strange looking wall. An inscription took up the wall, and it only served to confuse her more; whatever the fuck the poetry meant, she had no clue beyond the first line. Her collar buzzed, allowing her time enough to read it over and over again, pondering the meaning.

From a bracelet you began,
How it morphed and changed!
Your origin <--> wall; Exchange
Iron....for Argathus's plan!

She witnessed her arms reach for the dirndl. The dress was pulled off her body. What the fuck? Feeling herself turn 180 degrees, she realized her heels were positioning her to....put her ass against the wall? Cold stone pressed against both of her cheeks, and she shivered at them, feeling blush cover her face (apparently, she still had control over that section of her body), as the chastity belt touched against the wall, and by extension, the plug.

What in the hell was going on? Shocks permeated her body, and she noticed the iron bar disappear into nothingness, and her interface begin to spill text forth onto it. A gut punch came next as she read it, aghast at what was happening.

SYSTEM MESSAGE: You've solved the poem by pressing your transformed Bracelet -> Plug onto the wall, allowing you passage!

Material Found for SET: Argathus's Magical Experiments Progression!

Breaking down material.....Pure Iron bar (Lvl. 100 of 100)....choosing allocation....allocation chosen!

Anal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 5 of 6) digesting material....please wait! Split into two items, one set!

Anal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 5 of 6) morphed to new state! Purified Anal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 6 of 6)

Unremovable Vaginal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 6 of 6)....split 1 complete!

Item digestion complete!

Items bonding.....Purified Anal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 6 of 6) and Unremovable Vaginal Plug of Masking (Lvl. 6 of 6).....shifted....bonding....one second....bonding complete!

Purified and Unremovable Orifice Plugs of Masked Focus Destruction! (Lvl. 101 of 10).....created.....finished!

New Item(s) Equipped!

Purified and Unremovable Orifice Plugs of Masked **Focus Destruction**! (Lvl. 101 of 10)

Once, Argathus helped a friend out by creating an ankle bracelet to help her hide. Begging (using?) him, his old friend begged for more power, and thus he created a belly piercing. More begging led to a nipple piercing, and finally, Argathus, the noble, never failing friend, created a plug which allowed his friend to hide. She never complained to Argathus again! However, Argathus always wondered how much more powerful a plug he might create, and thus, came these two items! These plugs allow modification of every aspect of a player or NPC's stats, and will correspondingly notify all NPC.nodes of changes. Only turns 'On' or 'Off' if [TEXT CORRUPTED], removed at same time and wearer brings themselves to orgasm. Removable by anyone other then NPC: NPC Rosey Cheeks*Active*, but, once other individual is finished, will magically reappear and will not count as 'On' or 'Off'. Endows wearer with Special Ability: Focused on Other Things.

Item Afflictions: Not destroyable without Minor Class: UNDEFINED or Surgery skill >= INTEGER---))OVERFLOW. [Cursed] [Disables: Log-off, Chat, Fast Traveling, Sleep Auto-Log Off, Personal Inventory, Non-Notification GUI Usage, Map Usage]

Special Ability Gained! -

Focused On Other Things (Lvl 18 of 18) - With the plugs in both holes, you're constantly remembering your cardinal vice: lust. A complete inability to focus beyond a few minutes, a domination by sexual urges, a lack of willpower; all those and more are now in your toolbelt of abilities! Removes Base Stat 'Intelligence/Wisdom/Wit' from your listing, meaning you instantly fail any checks; furthermore, adds new Base Stats to replace those 3!

New Base Stats Added! -

Compliance...replacing Wisdom - 10: As a NPC, you're supposed to be doing one thing, and one thing only - help _'Medieval Times'_s players have fun! Will ensure you follow necessary protocols for your scripting and dialogue trees, cannot go above or below 10.

Quality-Assurance....replacing Wit - 10: As a NPC, not only should you be doing what's expected of you, you should be creating unique situations and fun for the whole player base! Cannot go above or below 10

NPCness...replacing Intelligence - 20: As a NPC, you should not just seem like lines of code, you should be so real, players wonder if you're human! Of course, being just lines of code, they can tell from a deep look that you're fake, but no worries, they don't expect anything more, worried more about your wares or services! Cannot go above or below 20.

Rosey wondered about the mass of text that had spewed out, thinking over it. A loud noise startled her.

The door open, and Rosey looked up from the ground; there stood whom she had been searching for.