Remain in the cave, in spite of the voyeuristic Eyes

The farther you go into the cave, the clearer your senses become, though you dare not go farther than you can see. You take Nealie's hand and smile softly, she responds in turn, then speaks up.

"I can think again, mistress." She sighs. You nod. "Where have we come? What are these things around us?"

You simply shake your head, and whisper in response. You're not sure why, but it seems appropriate in the cave, where you're voice echoes so loudly. "I don't know... That... That portal that we leapt through where is it supposed to take us."

Nealie mearly furrows her brow, and shakes her head. "I do not know... Though the portal is the center of Isaphynias Galas. It's always the event of the night, as she throws open the doors. Her guests are taken by lust, as if the very atmosphere changes. Sometimes strange creatures crawl out, and join the gluttonous orgy. We slaves always struggled to continue serving the guests, and many times we lose ourselves." She smirks, as if remember some fond event. "The gates always close eventually, and the festival comes to a conclusion, but in the end, the creatures have all returned, and only once has a guest disappeared by going through the gate."

You furrow your brow, and sigh, then open your mouth to speak up, but before you can something reaches out and gropes your breast from behind. You shout out in surprise and cover your ceramic flesh indignantly. You look behind and see a cluster of eyes in the dark, squinted and bobbing up and down as if laughing. "You lecherous lichens!" You shout as you throw a punch into the darkness. Rather than striking something however, your fist is seized by the shadows.

"Mistress!" Nealie cries out. She rushes do your aid, and reaches to your arm. You both begin tugging and shouting, which only seems to amuse the eyes. With a crack, the pair of you tumble backwards. Your arms stays behind, and disappears in the darkness. "No!" You shout, and charge forward to the shadows, yet as you reach for your slowly disappearing limb Nealie pulls you back.

"Mistress don't!" Again the two of you tumble back, and your arm is lost. "We should go!" She states frantically, yet as you look around you realize that the exit can no longer be seen. Light is coming from somewhere, but you can't identify the source.

Slowly, one of the eyes draws out from the darkness, and reveals its form to be a smooth inky black orb. You hold up a hand, in defense, and Nealie makes to stand between you and it, but as swift as a finch it darts around Nealie and dives into the hole left at your arm...