Explore our captive's den

Silence hung between us for a moment as we all took in the ridiculous reality of our situation. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream.

But Alroy beats me to it as he blurts out, "We look like we just walked out of a shoujo manga."

"No, we look like the gender-bent versions of a bad dating sim protagonist," I reply, butting into Alroy.

"Well, I wouldn't say bad," Ravi mused, staring at his nails. "I think I pull this off pretty damn well."

Trent, still tugging at his jeans in frustration, shot him a glare. "Yeah, well, not all of us are naturally built for this. Some of us are suffering here."

"Oh, please. The only thing suffering right now is those pants trying to contain your dump truck of an ass." Nadim smirked, adjusting his cuffs like he hadn't just roasted Trent to hell and back.

Trent opened his mouth to retort but stopped, eyes narrowing as something dawned on him. "Wait… If we all got turned into the femboy versions of our types… then what the hell does that say about Ravi?"

“Simple—he's a model… attracted to other models,” I say.

The comment causes Ravi to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

Then, with a sharp clap of his hands, Ravi commanded our attention. "Alright, enough standing around and adjusting our crotched. We need to figure out who this woman is—the one who cursed us—and whether she’s even home."

"Cursed us?" Alroy echoed, skeptical but still following as Ravi took the lead.

“Well, whats more plausible, a witch cursed us or a woman injected us with gigawats of hormone that managed to transform us over night” Trent sneers

“Point”

We stepped out of the lavishly overstuffed closet and into the bedroom, which now felt a little less suffocating. Alroy glanced around the opulent space, his gaze trailing over the extravagant furniture and ornate decor before muttering, "I wonder if the rest of this mansion is as weird and fetishistic as the bedroom."

(Spoiler: It's not.)

As we moved past the large canopy bed and toward the door, the sheer size of the room struck me. It wasn't just big—it was absurdly spacious, with high ceilings and a chandelier that wouldn't be out of place in a ballroom. Whoever owned this place had money. Lots of it.

Ravi was the first to reach the door, placing a hand on the polished brass handle. "Alright, let’s see what kind of cursed mansion we’re dealing with."

He swung it open, revealing a grand hallway stretching out in both directions. The walls were lined with elegant sconces, their soft golden light illuminating deep mahogany paneling and intricate crown molding. Plush rugs covered the hardwood floors, muffling our footsteps as we stepped out.

Nadim let out a low whistle. "Okay… I was expecting more dungeon vibes. But this place is kinda classy."

"Kinda?" Alroy scoffed. "This place is a damn palace. I half expect a butler to walk in and offer us tea."

Trent crossed his arms, still visibly grumpy about his ill-fitting jeans. "Yeah, well, I'd rather focus on getting out of here before we end up in some freaky Beauty and the Beast situation."

Ravi smirked but didn’t comment. Instead, he started down the hallway with confident strides, gesturing for us to follow. "Let’s keep moving. The sooner we get some answers, the sooner we figure out how to fix this."

I had a feeling that was easier said than done.

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