Maybe a rash?

The sound rushing of water emits from within the ceiling as I pass the doorway; flowing from above toward my destination.

How was she able to control the water in the bath, anyway...

"The Pope of Pleasure is a master of Cores. She could have consumed any number of water attuned monsters for that little 'trick' with the water. I'm surprised Fuzzy didn't pop like a waterskin..."

You saw that?!

The room around me seems to be a ballroom of sorts; the same general design as the dining hall before, but with far more space, and a much higher ceiling. There are tables of food too the left and right, and an ice statue near the exit on the other side of the room. Such open space presents an issue...

A variety of directions to ambush me from.

I step carefully, listening for even a hint of another person or creature; breathing, footsteps, the drawing of blades, bowstring, or the hammer of a firearm. Nothing. Each agonizing footstep was as silent as the last, until I reached the center of the ballroom. The rushing of water returned, directly above me.

"Wee!"

"Wee?"

Wee!?

I dodge out of the way of a watery anvil slamming the ground I once stood, shattering the wood beneath it.

"You're supposed to be quiet when you attack!" Yells an unfamilar, angry, female voice; it's muffed... behind glass?

"Sorry, but it was fun at least!" Says the anvil of water; her boyish voice being bubbly in both meanings of the word.

Wait... that's not water at all.

The gelatinous creature that made up the smithy's staple tool began to warp and twist, until it took the form of a fit young woman; entirely comprised of transparent blue slime, and entirely without decency, as she was completely nude. She stood at around Cilla's height, an inch or so taller, with a far more shapely figure. Past her breast, I could see her Core, floating about in her body; my eyes dart downward out of instinctual shame, only to see this creature had formed a faximaly of abs. She had given herself an imitation of long, flowing hair, which jiggled as she turned to face me.

"Hi! The boss lady said I have to beat you up." Said the slime with a smile. "So I'm gonna do just that!"

Her eyes don't match the rest of her body; orange, no pupil.

I'm about to look for the second voice when I'm suddenly rocked backwards by a surprisingly rock-hard punch to the face, sending me flying through a nearby table of food. After I shake off the slight concussion, I'm confused by what I see next. The slime seems to be ignoring me, instead, absorbing the variety of edible goods my body had just sent flying.

"What are you doing!?" Yells the second voice again. "Neutralize him!"

"Oops!" It exclaims, shoving another broken plate, stacked with buttery, syrup soaked pancakes into it's body; plate included.

I manage to dodge a second punch, the slime's arm stretching an **** length; fist altered to take the shape of a morning-star. Then, another punch, and another, and another; I just barely keep up with the slime. A fifth punch, this time missing me entirely; only aimed to scoop up yet another plate of food that had been knocked too the floor. I swing my short sword at the appendage, only for it to get stuck halfway into the ooze. The food, my sword, and myself are then flung into the slime woman, who splatters across the room on impact.

"Ugh. Slimes... fucking useless." Says the voice; the sound of its owner walking away soon follows.

Sounds like... high heels? Can't be going far.

Disoriented after my... victory? I look up toward where the second voice was coming from. The ceiling. Grasping my hook, I pull my arm back, readying myself to throw it; until I get stuck in something.

"Ooo, what's this. Is it a fishing hook? Pully-thingy? Both!? How big of a fish can you get with it?"

Looking back, the slime had partially reformed, reaching with its only new arm to grasp my hook; looking at it like an excited child.

"Slimes... brainless fodder."

The jiggly creature continued to look awed at my hook, now looking up and down my arm; trying to piece together it's functionality.

"Could you... let go? I need to throw this."

"Why?"

"To break the ceiling up there." I say plainly, pointing in the direction the voice went.

Before I know what's happening, the slime has flung a second arm in a long stretch at the ceiling; shattering what at first appeared to be wood; but was instead one-way glass, into tiny pieces.

"Can I keep looking at your thingy now?" She asked, smiling.

"Uh..." I look up at where the creatures Master had commanded it from, and back to it. "Why did you help me just now?"

"So I can look at your thingy! What does it do?" She says as she begins poking and prodding at the mechanisms attacked to my arms.

"Why would... what..." I stammer about; more confused about what just happened than just about anything else I'd come across in this bizarre new life of mine.

"Oh, who are you?" Asks the air-headed ooze. "I keep forgetting to ask people that."

"Monster."

"Cool!"

...

Continuing to be confused, I ask a question.

"Who are you?"

After a few unresponsive seconds of closely examining my hook, the creature looks surprised; as if having just heard my question.

"Oh, I'm Sam. You can call me Sammy, Slimy, Slippy, Slime. Silly... Sammy."

"You already... Ok. Sammy, aren't you supposed to be trying to kill me?" I ask; trying to understand this bizarre creature.

"Why would I try to kill you?"

"..."

"Oh yeah! Oh well, I guess I'm fired. Are you hiring? I punch stuff!"

I blink twice, my brain thoroughly befuddled. "I'll... consider it. Could you go get my friends and tell them where I'm heading? One of them is named Cilla, she's wearing..."

"A red hood? I like her! So fluffy..."

"How did you know that?"

"Well, my old boss lady had me put that yummy-stuff in her when I was told to pretend to be bath water. Oh wait, you were there! Hi again yummy-stuff guy!"

...

"Just go get them."

"...Ok!"