Dungeon Decisions

"Absolutely not." Elizabeth shakes her head, rattling the very collar that’s supposed to give me ultimate dominion over her.

Come on! "Good to know even with that collar you're still a pain in my ass. Why not?"

"My armor is destroyed, and I spent all my money on that restoration potion. Do you know how much extra I had to pay to have them make room in the chest piece for these giant tits I have now? I suspect thanks to you." She hefts the heavy jugs around at me, like it's some kind of punishment.

"I'm looking at your stat page, you have a crazy healing ability. I've seen you recover from getting crushed after only a few moments."

She shrugs at that. "Well sure..." she giggles. "To tell you the truth I don't even know where I got that one from. I woke up with it after robbing you, and drinking all your booze."

"And by booze you mean potions." I paused at that, and saw that on her sheet her healing ability was listed as a mutation. "Fucking dammit Elizabeth."

"What now?"

"You got that from drinking one of my mutation potions."

"That explains why I can't swap it out."

"You can do that?"

"Sure." She shrugs again. "I have a half dozen other stars, but I only have the good ones equipped."

"Oh awesome." I held my hand out. "Give those others ones to me."

She just shakes her head. "Non-transferable chief. The star system can't be cheated, it only rewards hard work."

"That must be why you've gotten so far." I cross my arms, and think. Still naked, cock still dripping. Goddess I'm handsome. "Maybe it can be cheated. Drinking one of my potions gave you a star, that's... worth noting."

"Is your brilliant plan drinking four more potions and seeing what shakes out? I may not know anything about potions, but a mutation potion don't sound too stable."

"No." But that's worth trying some day... On some poor test subject. "So we return to the idea of the dungeon."

"That's still a no. I'll probably be alright, but you don't have any armor at all, or weapons from what I can tell. Plus I don't think you can pull of that gorilla form you pulled the other night. That had last ditched effort written all over it."

"Well can't you just clear the whole thing for me?"

"Probably not." She says. I can tell admitting any weakness at all is hard for her. "Any adventuring guilds recommends three bodies for clearing a dungeon. I may be a 1-star but I'm not three different people."

"We've got three people. You, me, and Cyrus."

She groans, and looks over to the shy goblin standing behind me. "That's worse than just going in by myself. Besides, besides, besides. If I go in with you, I'm going to be the one getting all the stars that appear. You're not the first person to think of this. The dungeon will only reward the worthy. I.e, not you."

"You know less cultured religions beat their slaves for talk like that."

She snorts and crosses her arms, like she's daring me to do it. I don't dare, because what would it prove? That I have a small dick and have to beat someone who won't fight back? That ain't me.

"I guess serving me will have to be punishment enough. Anyway your complaints are noted but we're going in anyway."

"Great I guess Bellowyn won’t going to have to wait long to claim my soul." She throws her hands up in frustration and tugs at the collar on her neck. "This is so fucking stupid. You really want to die this bad?"

"We don't have a choice!" I shout. "The dungeon is right there! We need to get rid of it before adventures come at us from this way, or monsters come at us from there."

"Um excuse us..." A new voice joins the conversation.

I turn my head and see three spry and young adventurers standing outside my unfinished hovel.

I can't help but wonder which looks worse:

My nakedness.

Cyrus standing out in the open.

Or Elizabeth's demonic sigil.

"Well shit."