Scout the area.

"Stay close," you say, as seriously as you can sound standing without a single garment on your body. You wear your signet ring, but otherwise, you stand before her proudly erect with the beautiful coloured lights of luminescent mushrooms reflecting over your wet, glistening physique.

For a long moment, she stands silent and stunned. Her vision blurs, but her eyes remain fixated on the shapely man before her. The sensation welling up inside her makes it difficult to step closer. She shivers, though it isn't from cold. The air within this cavern is at least somewhat comfortable, albeit humid. Though once again, she pulls herself back to her senses. It's a constant tug of war. With a puffed out chest and a focused gaze, she marches behind you as you lead the way forward.

"... Ohh dear," she whispers quietly beneath her breath.

"What is it?" you ask, glancing back as her eyes flicker up from something they were staring at only a moment before.

"Nothing!" she quickly shouts back. It reverberates off the distant walls.

Though difficult to tell, the area you first woke up in seemed rather wide, with areas far below and a ceiling high above, though the path you're walking seemed to be leading between narrow stone. It's more like a hall now, though thankfully it isn't shrink as you proceed. It somewhat widens again, to what you could call a room, though the way branches a few directions ahead. The path continues to be lit by bioluminescent life which grows from the wet stone. You continue on to peer down one of the paths, and then the next, trying to discern which way would be best. The middle is far too small. It's basically just a crack in the wall. Though to the left and right, pathways open up and lead in entirely opposite directions.

You reach behind you, though Anastasia isn't present. You turn to see that she's a distance behind, just at the entrance of the room. "Hey. I said we gotta stay close. You never know--" Then your feel a sense of urgency up your spine. You instinctually reach for your sword which isn't there. "Come to me, quickly!"

But it's too late. Anastasia screams as something falls on her from the ceiling. A purple sludge gets stuck in her hair, and viscously drips down her body. She grabs at it, though it seems to be all part of the same entity, as it doesn't come apart. Thankfully it isn't restraining her face, though she panics and flails in place. "Get it off me! Get it off!"

You've seen such a creature before. As it covers her body, it doesn't burn her flesh. Instead, the berry-themed bikini that was so skillfully made by Luna sadly begins to disappear. It sizzles, as if being burned by flames, while the acidic slime devours its meal. "Don't worry. It can't hurt you. Purple slimes eat inorganic material, like clothes."

"B-But aren't most clothes technically organic?"

"... Oh. Then I mean non-living material I guess."

"I see." But then her eyes widen. "Wait, no!" She looks down in panic to see that the damage is definitely done. There is nothing left on her body. She shrieks, wrapping her arms around her slime-covered, naked body. Her cute rosy nipples peak past her arms as she does a terrible job at concealing her nudity, likely due to the panic and the fact that she's still covered in the creature.

You run up and grab onto the slime. "Get off her! You had your meal," you call out, and it begins to pull from her skin. You throw it across the room, and as it wads back together into a single blob of goo, it wiggles away down the middle crack. You then turn back to her. "You all right?"

She is certainly not. Anastasia stands there--hair a mess--with one hand between her legs, and an arm trying to cover up her breasts. Her shoulders sink, and she timidly steps back with a face flushed nearly as vibrantly as her hair. "I c-can't continue like this. You can mend clothes, r-right?"

"Not if they're completely gone. You didn't tear it. A slime melted and ate it."

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Walk like that... without shame... You're already naked, but you aren't embarrassed."

"It's all right, Anastasia. Nobody is here right now except for me and you. I need you to focus if we're gonna get out of here. You won't be able to cast any spells if you're shaking in the back with arms around your body. I don't want something else falling on you from the ceiling, so stay close for real this time."

She nods her head and reluctantly steps up behind you, though she doesn't stop covering herself up.

"Just try not to think about something seeing you from behind," you add.

"Aah!" She tries to find a way to cover her ass as well, but to no avail.

"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't help myself."

"Y-You're mean..."

Now you need to figure out which way you want to go next. Left or right. You look between, searching for anything to differentiate them from each other--light, a smell, some sort of noise, or even a change in elevation. There's got to be something. You take a deep breath and focus as much as you can. Slowly, you shut your eyes, and allow your other senses to heighten.

"Anything yet?" Anastasia asks.

You shake your head and place a hand upon her shoulder. Then you continue.

It's distant, and it could be your mind playing tricks on you, but you swear you're detecting some sort of floral scent from the left path. To the right, however, you feel as if you briefly heard movement, like a single rock tumbling down from the ceiling, or a rat scurrying by. It's difficult to tell still. Neither thing seems to make it easier to decide your next path.