Elise goes through the locked door

Elise jumps as another one of the dandelion puffs brush against her bare thigh. It feels like dozens of tiny feathers brushing ever-so-softly against her bare skin. Which is to say, it tickles. A lot. Even the brief moment of contact is enough to make her squirm.

And the air is full of them, floating around. She barely noticed them when she had her armour, but now she's walking around in her underwear they feel like much more of a problem. She's showing off a lot more skin, and the puffs keep drifting across her sensitive spots. Her neck, her inner thighs, even the slopes of her generous breasts. It's not very comfortable. She tries to bat them away, but more keep on coming, borne towards her on the gentle breeze.

Every time she squeals, she hears a giggle from the pixies. They're clustered around the sides of the tunnel, watching her. Every time she looks, there's more and more of them. They seem to be enjoying the spectacle.

She bites her lip as another puff tickles her earlobe. Maybe beating this dungeon wouldn't be so easy after all? But, no. She couldn't allow herself to think like that. She was a paladin of Etherial, and a paladin never admitted defeat, even in a situation like this. She had to believe in herself, and in the natural dignity of women. She'd forge on ahead and defeat this thing in the name of the goddess.

She keeps going, bravely trying to ignore the pixies' mockery. Soon enough she comes to a pair of doors, one white, one black. The inscription on the white door reads "BALANCE". The inscription on the black door reads "STRENGTH". She comes to a stop, intrigued. It's a pretty obvious binary choice.