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Chapter 17 by NeedAMedic NeedAMedic

Follow Robin or stick with Fuu and Emmaline?

Robin finds herself in a strange pool

Robin first noticed that she was suddenly very wet. With no splash, or even any indication that she was moving, she went from standing up talking to Fuu one second, to sitting in some sort of liquid, half submerged. She felt dizzy, likely a result of whatever magic had transported her here, Robin realized. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.

As she rose, Robin was finally able to start to take in the room around her. It was dim, far dimmer than with Emmaline's flame lighting the way, but still bright enough to make out the shape of the room, now that her eyes had adjusted.

She was now standing in the rough center of a diamond shaped pool of liquid, perhaps thirty feet wide on each side, and seemingly made of the same smooth, red stone as the rest of the temple's underground. Beyond that, the room had a single door, which was closed, and some sort of statue at the far end of the room from the door. In the dim torchlight that lit the chamber, Robin could tell that the statue was vaguely humanoid, but couldn't make out much beyond that, other than that its figure seemed off somehow, elongated and thin compared to a human.

For the pool itself, the water was perhaps a foot deep, and mirrored back the light of the torches, ripples dancing along it with every movement Robin made. At least, she had assumed it was water. In the dim light, it almost had a pink-ish hue, and was slightly harder to move through than water should have been. Still, drenched through Robin's leather armor like water would have, and dripped from her body and hair much like water as well.

As Robin thought about the liquid dripping from her, she finally started to become away of a peculiar tingling sensation, that seemed to spread throughout her form from wherever she touched the pinkish liquid. It felt light, jovial almost, but strangely pleasant. Robin's face reddened as tinges of arousal started to well up inside her, small at first, but growing rapidly, as the dripping fluid became like a caress, touching every part of her with long, slow, sensual strokes.

Does Robin flee the strange pool, or give in to it's sensation?

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