Not when she has to make it across acid!

An acrid odor and a soft hiss grew as Fiorayne continued down the dark passage, and in short order she came upon its source, behind a pair of heavy, half-rusted metal doors. A simple push didn't open them, so Fiorayne readied a kick before glancing down and remembering that she'd be doing it with bare feet, and so she simply took the second to push a bit harder, slowly wrenching the way open. The doors looked bad, but they were nothing compared to the state of disrepair of the chamber itself, and it wasn't hard for Fiorayne to figure out why things had decayed so badly. The bulk of the room was occupied by a roiling pool of green liquid, bubbling and steaming and hissing as it splashed against the stone walls that surrounded it. Across the length of it lied what must have at one point been a bridge across, though all that remained now were a step-stone series of crumbling stone pillars, and a handful of rusty, long extinguished light fixtures hanging from the ceiling above them. And once again, Fiorayne could just make out a matching metal doorway at the far end of the chamber, across the angry, green lake.

Obviously it's acid, Fiorayne thought, surveying the ordeal ahead of her. She had no firsthand experience with this particular kind of hazard-- plenty of time spent around lava, which was probably her closest approximation-- but even if she hadn't heard accounts of beasts in far off lands dripping with the stuff, even the most foolhardy hunter would be able to take a hint to avoid swimming in the sputtering, sharp-smelling sea of sludge. The bridge would have been the only safe way across, and its remains were still her only hope of success, but she was going to be spending more time than she'd like with nothing below her but the acid...

"...I'll simply have to move quickly," she muttered to herself. Stepping onto the edge of where the bridge once was, her mind raced as she planned all possible routes to the exit. Fiorayne bent her knees, took a deep breath, held back a wince that came from a pebble digging into her bare sole, and jumped to the first stone column, grabbing onto a ledge carved onto its side. There was a low rumble, and then a loud crack as she sidled along it to the other side of the pillar, but by now Fiorayne had learned not to trust even the most seemingly stable terrain in this dungeon, and was already kicking off to another pillar as the rocks behind her crumbled and fell into the chasm. Unfortunately for her, she found the second pillar's ledges to be even weaker, crumbling in her hands from the impact of her landing, and she had to bearhug the pillar with bother her arms and her legs to slow her decent, barely more than a foot or two away from the acid. This close she could feel the heat coming off of it, and it only got hotter as the surface swelled and a bubble bobbed to the surface right behind her.

"Oh, Hell!" Fiorayne swore through gritted teeth. She could see a platform to the right, a stone column collapsed to just above the surface of the liquid, but she could barely move without losing her grip! The bubble behind her was fit to burst, she had to move quickly, so letting go of the pillar with her legs, she swung her lower body in the direction of the pillar and shoved off of the stone as hard as she could, nailing the landing with both feet firmly on the stone! But sadly not before the bubble popped, the acid surging forward and catching her in the back as she flew through the air. The splash may have even added the speed she needed to make the landing, but it was a small comfort for Fiorayne as she braced for pain...

But never felt more than a bit of heat playing across her skin, barely hotter than bathwater. She was amazed to be intact, of course, but was dismayed to see that the same couldn't be said of her outfit. If the acid was like bathwater, Fiorayne's outfit was less appropriate than what she'd seen in Kamura's hotsprings! Her top was gone entirely, the front falling free as the back had been dissolved completely, it's remains disappearing in the liquid beneath, and what she was left in.... without the cups of the corset her cleavage wasn't quite so pronounced, but the brassiere beneath it seemed to be mocking the very concept of 'armor'! A string tied around her back, and another tied around her neck, held two patches of thin metal scalemail over her each of her breasts. The triangles barely extended a few inches on any side past her areola, and nearly half of each tit was exposed from below. Idly, Fiorayne supposed she should be happy the metal wasn't somehow pinching the little it was covering, but it was a single point in its favor against a long list of complaints.

She couldn't sit here forever and 'admire' what little adornment she had left, however, not without losing more of it, as the surface around her was already bubbling again, and the splash of acid had also already cost her most of one leg of the tights. She moved, pouncing to the next pillar- she couldn't stop herself from saying "Thank goodness!" at finding more ridges under her fingers, as she clambered up the side of the tall pillar and leapt from its top to the next one, then the next one, barely breathing as she fled. The door was visible, and the stone platform before it seemed sturdier than anything else in the room, but there was a gap, a missing pillar between her and her goal. The only thing available was the derelict chandelier above her, and the chain looked liable to snap at the slightest provocation. But it was this or nothing-- even with the escape clause in play, at this point Fiorayne's only way to get back the way she came in would involve taking a dip. At least with the light fixture, it was a risk rather than a certainty. And so, she jumped.

The rusted metal held under her weight, even as the whole chandelier creaked from the first movement it had seen in who knows how long. Fiorayne swung forward, poised to hit her goal perfectly, letting go of the chandelier, ignorant of the foaming below her, swelling, swirling, and finally erupting into a geyser below her, nailing her and engulfing her lower half in a stinging spray as she flew through the air. She landed on bare knees, wincing not in pain, but for the feeling of skin on stone, as she stood up in front of the doors and looked down to assess the damage, her eyes went wide as the final scraps of black material burnt away to nothing, revealing what was left underneath. At first she thought the undergarment must have been caught in the acid as well, but then she realized, no, it was as small as it was _on purpose. _A thin cord hung low around her hips, juuuuust high enough to hide a patch of brown hair. If calling her top an insult to armor, the bottoms may as well have been a declaration of war, a useless strip of chainmail dangling between her legs like a loincloth with a matching strip in the back and the only thing behind them was a thin strip of red fabric barely thicker than the cord it was sewn onto! The slightest movement would send the chainmail flapping out of place, revealing her barely concealed womanhood, while her toned, protruding cheeks were hardly concealed even if she remained perfectly still.

For the first time in this entire ordeal, Fiorayne was beyond being insulted, beyond simple anger or a **** pride in the face of a demeaning duty. She stood stock still, hands clenched at her sides, every muscle clenched and perfectly visible for the Cohoots' cameras as Fiorayne futilely fought back the blush rising to her face. Red cheeked, Fiorayne's eyes were ablaze in indignation as her cheeks burned below, and with a bellow of rage she pounded the doors open, charging ahead to the final chamber. Her prize was within reach, and whether or not it was real, she was determined to have the perpetrator of this puerile perversion hunted down afterwards.

Rolled an 8!

Outfit durability: 7/28 (Armored bikini top, loincloth)