Melissa Botez

I pulled my hair behind my ear and gave an irritated side glance at the figure beside me. The man looked overwhelmingly ordinary, almost to the point of looking threatening. Guys like him always had some weird issues that made them dangerous. Nice guy syndrome. Giving him a glare he realized I was not interested in talking to him at all. "Okay...bitch." I huffed as he left. What an ass. I just spun out, into the middle of nowhere in a dark alley. What the hell reaction did he think I was going to give him? A fucking parade?

Speaking of which actually, where was I? I seemed to be wearing a beautiful blue dress with sleeves, open shoulders, V cut into cleavage and ending mid thigh. It sparkled as I moved and won't lie, kind of loved it. My tits were a C cup, nice on my frame but nothing gigantic. This dress honestly hugged them and made them look amazing! I admired a bow tying the side of the dress by my thigh when I realized a strange glow at the corner of my vision. Focusing on it I gasped. Images filled with information filled my vision. What was this stats?

What sort of joke was this? It implied I was really weak, and out of shape. Why was my social skill so bad? People like me! Charisma looked great along with intellect though. The rest looked a bit average. What was a gifted? Suddenly a glowing purple dust swirled around me making me sneeze. Closing my eyes I waited out the strange dust storm, the wind eventually died down and I gasped seeing a woman standing before me. I wasn't sure If she was supposed to be a nun, or a knight, or a stripper? Maybe all three? Her giant breasts had low cut chainmail as if that was a thing and a micro skirt mail. Long tight white thigh high heels, elbow long white gloves and a white shouldered cloak complimented her white headdress making her look like the sluttiest cleric I had ever imagined. Her eyes were electric cyan and I hated how they made my chest flutter a bit. "Who the fuck are you?"

She pouted, "You don't remember me, Princess?"

"Not exactly no."

"Well...you summoned me. My name is Fantasia Amasultra. But you can call me Amy. I am one of your servants. Although I didn't expect to be summoned so...publically." She giggled before eyeing me up like her next meal, "So how would you like me to start?"

I tied my blonde hair back, noticing a cute tiara on my head, "Maybe explaining how I got here, what my servants are for and what the hell I'm doing here?"

Amy sighed sadly crossing her arms and squeezing her mammaries together, it was hard not to look even for me and I wasn't into girls. "Well you got here the same way everyone else got here. Hooked by the free hardware and wired yourself in without asking questions. Now your in the erotic fantasy realm of Final Emblem. Looks like you took a hit to your stats to get graced with being the exiled Princess of the Fey. You make contracts with mystical beings and we basically do whatever the contract demands of us."

"And in return?"

The blonde cleric licked her lips, "Well seeing you slowly become corrupted of course. It sustains us. The longer the better, but sometimes you know how temptation can get ya! Also serving you and following the contracts actually grants us power and incredible pleasure. Answering your questions alone is giving me a nice buzz and a bit or arousal. As for what you are doing here..." She looked down the alley, following her eyes I noticed a tall tower on a hilltop made of some sort of metal. "Only way to get out is to collect the five gems and bring them to the ritual gate in the heart of the Empire. Not too hard."

I groaned. "End program. Terminate. Escape."

"Uh...Mel? That isn't going to work," the busty beauty giggled, "Whoever made this place was veeeery keen on making it a one way trip."

I stomped my foot and crossed my own arms, "Why?"

Amy grinned mischeviously, "Imagine you created a reality you controlled. Populated it with real people. And stuck them in here. You call the shots, they become your playthings."

I dropped my jaw and shook my head. There was no way this was real. This sounded like some stupid plot from some anime or terrible game or something. "Um...Amy. What will I find when I go to that tower?"

She shrugged, "I 'unno. Giant horny tentacles, super big dicks, weird puzzles, super kinky guardians. Whatever hot erotic fantasy he put in here to guard the nearest gem I guess."

I shook my head, "Yeah fuck that. Where's the nearest coffee shop?"

"A what?"

"Bar. Pub. I don't know somewhere I can sit and think and maybe eat something."

Amy jumped, bouncing her pillows on her chest, "Ah! Well the only place open this late is Donnie's but you wouldn't like it at all. Trust me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well I'm not staying here in the dark waiting on whatever dumbass tries to try his luck with a princess and a stripper from God."