Hyacinthe Proudfoot, B-tier warrior accepted into an S-tier adventuring guild.

This setup is inspired by EroDungeons, probably the greatest erotic game ever made, assuming you're looking for sexy entertainment rather than something to masturbate to.

Hyacinthe Proudfoot blinks as she hears the response, and stays silent for a few seconds. She brushes her pink hair out of her face and furrows her brow.

"...Seriously? Me?" She finally says in disbelief.

"The guild is short on sword users as of late." The Guildmaster's diminuitive female assistant assesses the piece of paper in her hand. "So thanks to that, you just narrowly pass our requirements. And in fact, I have instructions to send the next warrior we recruit straight the quartermaster. Please, come with me."

Dumbfounded, Hyacinthe steps down from the transport caravan, and follows obediently behind the short, buxom woman as she makes her way through the camp. Everything about this place is so much bigger and more impressive than her last guild. The training facilities, the barracks, even the pop-up tavern - they are all just a class above anything she has seen before.

"Simmy, here's the warrior you requested." The assistant announces, when they arrive at a particularly large tent near the center of the encampment.

The woman sitting out in front of the tent before them (unsurprising, as all humans in this world are women) looks up from the ornately carved wooden bow she is studying, and then quickly rises to her feet.

"Excellent. Wait here, soldier, I have some new headgear for you to try on."

A few moments later, the quartermaster re-emerges from the tent, holding an incredibly detailed tiara with 5 giant gems, each a different color, embedded in the front.

Hyacinthe's heart stops as she sees the multicoloured tiara. It's very clearly a powerful magical artifact... But that would be too good to be true. This is all happening too fast.

"Wait... Is that... Has that been checked for curses?" Hyacinthe asks tentatively.

"Checking for curses on artifacts from these ruins is not so simple as curses from loot discovered in your common dungeons. The only way to be sure, is to wear it." The Quartermaster referred to as 'Simmy' responds bluntly.

"Wait... You want me to be a guinea pig for unidentified magical items?! That sounds really risky... Can't you find someone more... ****... Oh. Now I see why I'm here."

Of course, why else would they allow a relatively unimpressive B-rank warrior into their amazing ranks? They need someone of the warrior class to try out some equipment, and they need it to happen now. And as they have correctly surmised, any B-rank warriors on that caravan are there because they urgently need a lot of gold in a short timeframe, and so are trying their luck by punching above their weight.

Sister... Hyacinthe thinks to herself. If I don't take this job... There's no way I'll be able to get the gold together in time to earn your freedom.

And so, with a solemn face looking out to the blue sky, she quietly says "I'll do it."

The assistant and the quartermaster share a glance, before the assistant says in a neutral tone, "Great. And never fear, as soon as you've put this on, you'll officially be a member of our guild, for better or worse. If there is a curse, we will do our best to help you fulfill the uncurse conditions."

Simmy waves her hand. "Stop talking, Jin, you're just going to scare her off."

But Hyacinthe has no intention of being scared off. She has already taken the tiara into her hands.

Both the assistant and the quartermaster stare at her, not daring to say another word lest it changes her mind, as the woman who only a few minutes ago was a free agent, is now risking who-knows-what curses in order to earn her place in their ranks...

And then it's done. The mysterious multicolored magical tiara is on her head.