Call the shot.

Nyllia sprints across the room, and uses the stone table to vault herself her into the air. At the perfect moment, she drives her sword straight through the core, skewering it against the wall. She then places the flat of her right foot--the slime doesn't eat metal--and kicks off to land after a flip through the air. You watch as the entire wall shakes wildly, but then goes limp, and flows down into the room like purple water.

Eva slides down the wall onto the ground--wet, naked, and exhausted. You panic and stand, expecting your butt to be exposed. However, it doesn't seem to be burning through anything anymore.

"Do not panic," says Nyllia. "The enzymes responsible for its consumption have perished as well."

Eva waddles over with one arm pressed against her bare tits, and her other hand covering up her nethers. There's little she can do to hide her bunny butt sticking out except try not to turn around. Her heart is beating so quickly, it just might burst from her chest.

Meanwhile, Amara tends to the wounded. She wraps her hands around Niki's and utters, "Minor Heal", as she sighs softly. She continues to hold them for a moment and looks lost to the sensation of her magical energies flowing.

"Uh. Thank you," Niki says.

"S-Sorry!" Amara replies and lets go. "Who is next?"

Nyllia denies needing aid, but she blesses both you and Eva with her power. Nobody is injured much, but there's little you can do not to convince her from wasting mana. Though, you start to worry if she'll run out before you actually need a heal. By the time she's finished, she's fidgeting strangely in place, and there's a cute pinkness to her cheeks. She's a strange combination of innocent and totally shameless.

"Will I have to do the rest of the dungeon like this?" Eva mutters. "Even I... I don't think I c-can do that."

Amara walks up to her and places her hands gently on her shoulders. "I will aid you, Ms. Beela. Moonlight Gown."

A thin white fabric that almost seems to sparkle in the dark flows down the bunnyfolk's body down to her knees. The nightgown is not entirely opaque. It looks like if you stared closely enough, or in the right light, you'd be able to see through. You can just barely make out her curvy figure through the veil. As she does this, she muffles a long, pleasured whimper. Her body shakes, and by the time the wardrobe is complete, she lets out a sudden trembling gasp.

"Mmm... Aah~!" Amara places her hands between her legs and shudders. "D-Do you need any more healing, Ms. Beela?"

Eva looks down at the elf's hunched-over body, and her erotic expression staring back up at her. It causes her to turn away bashfully. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Are you certain?" Amara stands up straight. As she steps, her leg wobbles. She takes deep inhales and breaths back out. "I think I see a cut on your cheek."

"You already healed me!"

As you stand nearby, Nyllia walks up from behind. You turn to her with a pained expression.

"You have quite the party," she whispers to you, and offers a wink. "And good eye spotting the core."

You can't think of a response immediately. "Thanks," is all you say, and you watch her turn to meet back with her men outside the door.