Evil tower

Karl was awakened by a loud female maniacal laugh. With barely conscious eyes, he saw a black table made of genuine obsidian and a glowing crystal ball in its center.

"What's going on?", Kraus sat up straight in his seat. He wanted to stand up, but the restraints on the armrests blocked his movement.

"You woke up, the Lord of Dungeons", a voluptuous tall woman appeared at his side like a shadow. Her golden cat eyes stared at him searchingly, as if she wanted to delve into his mind, "What wickedness do you plan to bring upon the heroes today?"

"What?", Karl swallowed saliva with fear and peered at the maid, "Who are you? What is this place?"

"Very amusing, my Overlord. You will not decive your beloved mistress Mayhem", the woman bent over, which meant that her breasts, barely secured by the corset, threatened to fall onto the crystal eye, "I know that in this filthy head of yours, new plans are born to destroy all good and order of the world, and how to annihilate these damned heroes."

Kraus thought he must be dreaming the whole situation. The image that he saw in the crystal ball convinced him even more. Karl knew who these shapes were, and who created them.

"So what will it be? Which party will we defile as first one, the Lord of Dungeons?", mistress Mayhem whispered in her master's ear, giving him a gooseflesh, identical to what he had experienced before every beginning of the new session of RPG.