An dark corridor, pitch black in color and smelling faintly of gas.

The Queen Spider's Den

The dark corridor is… well dark. The walls and floors are made of a black brick and tile combination, with light being provided by a few magical lamps that are hung from the ceiling. Pillars rise to said ceiling to support it but unlike the square ones in the other corridors, these are cylindrical in shape, with more jagged edges.

You find it harder to hide behind the pillars but the darker corridor helps a little as you continue your exploration.

The smell in the corridor is pretty nauseating already. The scent of stale air and gas making you hold your nose as you sneak further down into the tunnel like places depths. A slight angle downwards makes you wonder if you’re heading down a little rather than the flat plateau of where you were before.

As you travel, you come upon areas with large windows, seeing inside several girls in black clothing and lab coats, most of them knocked out in various ways with green fog leaking from their noses and mouths.

Some are tied to chairs, others flat on tables. One has her head trapped between two tables and a nasty brown spot on her nose making you shudder as you imagine what happened here.

There are tables and chairs turned over, papers scattered and visible signs of destroyed gadgets and machines.

You have to hide when you hear a door opening, and you see some of the guards around taking what seems to be skunk girls to the prison.

"Damn! you girls made such a mess here!"

The skunks only laugh proudly, not even a little ashamed or disappointed. They know what they did and they love it! You stay ducked under one of the desks as you wait for these evildoers to be brought away.

Sneaking away to a different direction takes you towards what looks like a pair of ominous doors. With two heavily armed guards knocked out on the floor, gas leaking from between the gaps in their armor and out of their masks. Like a reverse gas mask. But green smog leaking through the filters and a green haze where their eyes would see from.

Through the doors, you enter into a pristine white room, the contrast in colors blinding you for a moment. Up above, they sit in organized, evenly split strips of bright white magic. Glowing fiercely and filling the area with light.

You see large blocks of marble-like material shaped into tiles lining the walls, a strip of black running around the room's circumference about halfway with a symbol in the center of each wall, one you’ve seen on the armor of the black clad girls.

There's what looks like a large mesh walkway along the strip with stairs leading up in each of the corners, a place to overlook the lab or so, though you see a few people knocked out on it as some more black clad ladies with small red patches on their shoulders spray them with something.

There's also what looks like a large wall of glass along the mesh walkway, part of the wall and what you assume is an observation area behind it.

The rest of the space seems like a blank white canvas. Made of many, many small white tiles, each with magic circles inscribed onto them.

“Ah, You’re a little late, but this timing works perfectly. Everyone not involved in the upcoming tests is to leave the testing chamber immediately.”

You’re startled by the sudden voice that echoes into the room, a mature and commanding one. You try to understand what she means about tests, but before you can say anything, you’re interrupted by the voice again as the glass shimmers, its pitch black hue vanishing for a moment to reveal the person behind it.

The lady is certainly a sight to behold. Pale white skin, Grey hair worn in a bun behind her head. She has a moderately sized bust and large hips paired with long legs.

Dressed in a corset dress, a burnt yellow in color, she commands the room with her presence, Emitting a pressure that makes what you were going to say die on your tongue as she looks you in the eye.

“Well then. Considering that you volunteered for this, we’ll be starting now.”

There's the sound of clicking gears, and you turn around to see part of the tiled floor having slid away. A table appears, and on it you see a mask of sorts. Enough material to cover your nose and mouth, with two large circular areas cut out. Next to it, you see a neatly labeled set of smaller circles.

Where the hell have you gotten yourself into this time? Of one thing you are certain: You didn't sign for any tests, but obviously you don't wanna get arrested. You think of trying to tell the truth, but that woman already looks like she is in a terrible mood, so you decide to roll with it.

“Take the mask, and put it on, then insert the filters labeled A1 into it. Give us a thumbs up when you have done so.”

You feel like something bad’s going to happen, but you comply. You don’t really have a choice in the matter as it stands.

You put the mask on, and then put the filters in as instructed. Noting how the air feels a little fresher as you breathe in. When you give the lady above and whoever is with her the signal the microphone buzzes again after the table retracts and disappears underground.

“Alright. The first test. Will be using a diluted version of skunk girl gas. Which we’ve had the… pleasure of acquiring recently thanks to some… fortunate events.”

You hear a hissing as a series of holes open up on the floor. And a yellow smoke suddenly fills the room quickly. At first, you don’t smell anything. But the air gets thicker and thicker as the hissing continues. You start to get a faint whiff through the mask. Smelling slightly of rotten berries.

It makes you grimace. But the gas doesn’t stop.

More fills the room, a visible yellow haze surrounding you as the stink leaking into the mask intensifies dramatically.

The smell is unbearable! You start panicking and signaling them a to stop and trying to say no, only to gag on the smell getting stronger.

Your air goes from clean and pure to smelling entirely of various flavors of digested berry. You cough and groan, trying to use your hands to push the reeking air away, but it doesn’t budge. You breathe in desperately, trying to find fresh air. But all you get is reeking, fresh skunk ass.

Your body shudders, coughs, and groans loudly as you hear the lady comment above.

“Hmm… That filter barely lasted two minutes…”

She mumbles to herself. More comments on how the filter is unsatisfactory, how the Rotten must have a secret to their own, better filters. But she seems to forget about you as you’re **** to breathe in pure skunk ass instead of air.

“Oh. You’re done?”

You hear a snapping of fingers. And two large spots of light open above you, the gas rushing up and venting out of the holes. You cough as each breath you take continues to smell like pure skunky spray, quickly undoing the filters after some fumbling and dropping them on the ground as you take deep breaths of fresh air.

“Right. Onto the next ones, screw in A2.”

She doesn’t give you long to recover. Ordering you around after only a few moments of letting you recover. You reluctantly reach for the next set. And do as you’re told.

“This time, we’ll be using my own version of skunk gas, artificially made by combining various scents and amplifying their qualities.”

You get to take one deep breath through the filter, and then suddenly the holes open and an even deeper yellow hue fills the room quickly.

The fog in the room thickens even faster than the last, and you get less than a minute of fresh air before the gas starts overwhelming the filters. The room is far less visible than the last test. And you can’t smell anything other than rotten eggs. It's such an overpowering stench that you gag immediately. Of course the lady above doesn’t seem to care much. Too distracted in mumbling disapproval at the mask to notice as you **** on the noxious fumes invading the space.

You struggle to breathe as rotten eggs fill your lungs entirely, making you want to throw up already as the nauseating flavors invade your nose. The filters are a deep yellow as they’re oversaturated with gas.

Again, you hear a snap. And the gas flows away from you. But as you go to remove the filters, you’re instead told to not touch them. And to take a deep breath.

Your eyes widen, but as you look up at the window in surprise, you can almost feel the cold, clinical glare being shot at you.

"What's the problem? You asked for this, are you going to give up?"

You can't exactly understand her tone and her expressions behind the glass wall and the microphone, but you feel like you are making her angry, so you try to obey.

Your body shudders, your lungs heave, and your nose melts as the revolting stench is willingly pulled into your lungs as you do as instructed.

"Good! Keep it going! You're doing a good job!"

Those words don't sound well when you are being tortured by those failed devices, who the hell would WILLINGLY test these?!

You lose strength in your legs, your consciousness starting to go faint. But there's a sudden rush of fresh air, as you see the filters pop away on their own. Leaving a trail of thick yellow gas leaking as they do.

“Hmm. Testing more filters will be fruitless. Take the mask off, and put the collar on your neck.”

You look back at the voice in confusion for a moment. But do as instructed.

A black metal collar of sorts settling on your neck. The inside is padded and a little tight, but not so much that you can’t breathe.

There's a sudden flare of light. And you find yourself submerged in darkness.

You panic, trying to reach for your head, to try and pull the collar off, but when you reach for your head, you touch a cold metal shell instead.

It's muffled, but you hear the voice speaking again.

“This is another prototype we’re working on. Glass bubbles and tubes are all well and good. But if we can eliminate one of the senses. We can make others more sensitive. We’ll be injecting a special concoction into that vessel. Try and stay conscious.”

You don’t get to reply or complain. Immediately the small space fills with a loud blatty fart sound. Reverberating off the metal and sounding like a trumpet in your ears as a horrible smell invades your nose.

You. You have no words to describe it. The scent of rotting animals maybe? It’s such a gag inducing stench that you immediately start fighting against the ball on your head after a small whiff, trying to remove it. But you can’t.

The metal holds strong. And another trumpeting blast adds more gas to the mix. The flavor of expired milk makes your lungs burn as you inhale it without choice. Then spiced meats join the cocktail building up inside the ball. Rotten vegetables, spoiled meats, eggs, cabbage. So many different rotten scents make you cough and gag as your knees give out again, but it doesn’t end. Your sense of smell feels so sensitive that you can tell what each whiff brings to your nose. What each difference in scent means, and how absolutely revolting the mixture inside your small prison is.

Your body shudders in protest. Your lungs burn for air. And you wish you could escape this space. But your hands can’t do anything as you fall to the ground in unconsciousness. More sounds of trumpeting discharge filling your dreams in so many flavors and scents you can only see the glass testing room in them.

"Tch! Remove the device from the tester…"

A group of people comes down and starts treating you. Once your terrible helmet is removed, they all start gagging and coughing, running from it. But with time, they manage to set you free from the **** machine.

"Lady Zoelin, should we awake-"

Before the girl can finish the phrase, the woman behind the glass wall answers

"No no! We got a device for it! Just put the mask on the tester's face"

They agree and attach something to your face before leaving.

You suddenly wake up, feeling your lungs burning. Everything starts burning, throat, nose, mouth. You start coughing on the overpowering taste and smell of mint. Surely it's refreshing, but it's so much that you start to cry as you cough.

"No need to say anything… The amount was excessive, I know. Sorry dear".

Well she isn't sounding so bad right now, maybe she was jus-

"What the hell are you doing?! Again?! No! I told you several times! This is not the place to put the-"

She noticed for a moment that the microphone was on and turned it off… Yeah, actually she's scary.

A couple minutes later she turns her attention back to you

"Alright dear. So there's one last test I need you to do for today. I know you are probably tired, but it's necessary… If you do it, I might consider giving you that… Reward, that you requested before"

Reward? Well it certainly wasn't for you, but since you've gone through all this, why not get something worth your trouble?