Bianca

Time passes, and things change. Well, some things. The tower remains… along with challengers who either are absurdly cocky, misinformed, or excited by the rumors of the tower. Bianca is all of those.

6”1, the jaw-dropping ebony is known to nearly the whole world for her… assets. Oh, and being a professional dominatrix. Deep black hair falling over d cup breasts and to the edge of her bubbly booty. Legs that go forever, feet that many drool over, quite literally, as they’re **** to be cleaned… of course only by those without a fetish though. All of her, this gorgeous Lucious beast, wrapped tightly in red and black latex, her signature look.

Oh, and of course the main reason she was world famous: the foot long cock hanging between her legs. Bianca was a natural futa, and she knew how to use it.

She loved every bit of it. Using every bit of her sexuality, wiles, and of course her dick to claim people, break their brains and melt their wills. So why go through with this? Boredom. Years of being this amazing creature, this gorgeous perfect woman, and it was just… boring. Every man crushed under her heel was now met with a sigh. Women cleaning her feet as their husband takes her cock deep down their throat made her yawn. What was there left? But she’d heard the rumors. Of what the tower held.

Despite not a soul returning from it, oracles and priests had divined some about the tower. Especially the reward. The fountain of youth. That was nearly certain, confirmed by many in ages past. The reason Bianca most wanted to test the tower was the occupants, however. Monster girls. Mythical beasts. Succubi, witches, knights, the list is endless. The challenge is everywhere. People already fall to their knees just seeing her… but can she conquer this dungeon, and the beasts within? She smirks, confident in her own answer, and steps into the tower, merely clad in her latex, heels, whip at her side, and a small backpack with basic supplies as she starts.