Unravelling

Scylla's music wasn't quite to Melinoë's taste, but the band's coordination was something to be admired.

Roxie, on drums, sent waves of rippling magic shockwaves throughout the stage!

Jetty, on guitar, gave chase with blistering speed while belting out (literally) stunning power chords!

And Scylla herself, the songstress, provided haunting melodies and deadly projectiles. All in all, they made for a skilled band and a deadly gauntlet! One that Melinoë hadn't quite mastered yet.

Jumping, leaping, dodging through bursts of energy-- All while her silky blue dress stretched taught over her gorgeous body! It was stunning, lavish... But you'd struggle to find an instance where silk made for good armor.

Snap.

Snap.

Threads began to break as her body twisted and flexed. But it's the hits that were truly dire. As if punishing Melinoë for being sloppy, each blow lead to blue threads bursting and tearing...

Giving way to pale, olive skin.

Her tummy. Slender, but soft, showing how she prioritized magic over raw strength.

The entirety of her left thigh.

Much of her athletic back, sleek with either sweat or the waters of Oceanus.

And her ass. Plump, pale cheeks, squeezed tight by what few threads were still holding on. Clearly, Arachne hadn't given Mel a pair of silken underwear to go with her enchanted outfit.

Melinoë took a moment to catch her breath as Scylla loomed over her. The princess hadn't noticed the state of her outfit! But her opponent certainly had...