Enter the trunk.

Lalarin's emerald spandex clings so tight to her skin that in this ****, bent position she's in, you swear she came with only painted skin. You're not entirely certain whether or not she wears anything beneath it, but by the times you've seen her outfit sliced open, you're learning towards probably not. You watch as she scoots her butt inside and stands, just as Niki did moments ago. Also, just as it happened before, RF is warped away in a flash of light.

While Eva watches, she brings her hands up to nervously grasp at her tall, fluffy ears, and after she watches a second ally disappear, she steps forward. "As the resident mage, I better make sure everything's all right. I don't know what's happening, and if this really is teleportation, I don't know where they're going. Stand back, because I'm going next!" She takes a deep breath to puff her chest up courageously before crawling down to scoot inside.

Her skirt is mini, even by the standards of its namesake, so in such a position, you can easily see her rosy cheeks perked up into the air between a pair of pink panties covered in purple stars. After wiggling inside, she stands up just as the other two did. Flash! She's gone, leaving you with both Snow and Amara.

"I'll follow swiftly," Snow says with a nod. Better than the others, she sinks down onto her hands and knees and prowls in through the entrance into the tree's wide trunk. Her soft white tail sweeps the dirt behind her in a slow rhythm as she takes her time. With the core of her attire being effectively that of a jet-black one piece swimsuit, her position draws your eyes as well. On top of that, Snow has incredible legs, and an ass to match. With how much she crawls, climbs, and leaps about, that's no surprise. Once she deems it safe enough, she stands up, placing her hand against the inside of the tree, but then disappears from sight.

You look to Amara.

Instead of stepping forth, she stands her ground. "You should enter next, Kyle. I'll protect your rear."

"My rear?" you ask.

"Ah." She puts a mischievous hand to her lips. "Apologies. I must have misspoken." Then after a long pause, her eyes glance down your body and back up again.

"Fair enough," you respond. Next, you crawl down into the trunk with your own ass up to be admired. Soon you see what the others before you must have. The inside of the trunk is still that of wood, as if somehow this tree has been hollowed out despite it still thriving. You stand and peer up--the ceiling only a foot above your head. Otherwise, there's nothing else in sight--no switches, no buttons, no signs. But only a few moments pass before a blinding light envelops your body, and you instantaneously find yourself somewhere else entirely.

You gasp in shock. Even after all that's happened to you, such a event can take you off guard. In fact, with all you know is possible, a strange magic taking you over is even more unnerving. There's no telling what terrible things such a magical contraption could do. Though Eva seems to have thought it to be teleportation, and that likely is the case given what you see ahead.

Stepping forward from a nook in the wall, you find yourself in a very long room with Lalarin, Snow, Eva, and Niki. Hanging orbs cast dim, flickering light down against the smooth, stone floor. You get a whiff of something unpleasant. Then after a crunch, you look down to see a small bone cracked beneath your boot.

A flash brings Amara behind you. She follows, but holds her staff close to her body as she peers around unnerved. "What is this place?" she asks quietly.

"Dunno!" Niki calls back. "But there's a door wat down there, at the end of the room."

"Suspicious," says Snow. She kneels down to slide her hand back and forth over the floor. "There are likely traps ahead."

Lalarin joins beside her. She peers forward and nods. "Pressure plates. Stand back."

After those around her step away, she withdraws the rod from her side. With a flick to the side, it extends out to its full length. She then squats down slightly as she pushes her weapon far head of where she stands. It taps slowly against the stone, like someone blind feeling their way, until suddenly you hear the sound of something clicking. What happens next is so quick that you nearly miss it when you blink. From the ceiling above, a flash of blue energy sharp as a sheet of glass comes down like a gate that stops an inch short of the floor. It disappears as quickly as it appeared. By the sound of it cutting through the air, you feel as if that would have sliced a person clean in half. Thankfully, Lalarin withdrew her staff just in time, so it wasn't circumcised.

The moment the magical blade disappears, Lalarin leaps past with the mighty strength of her legs. After landing, she kneels down to peer along the floor yet again in search of the next plate. However, as she does, the door at the far end of the room creaks open.