Scurry around the corner.

With the great beast gone and the terrifying sound of its countless legs now a distant nightmare, you and Anastasia continue across the smoothly carved tunnel towards the passage previously spotted on the other side. You feel her hand squeeze yours. As she hurries along, she lingers an arm over her bouncing bust, though after all this time, she seems to have realized there's little she can do to help her situation. Her face is flushed red, and you'd likely feel her humiliation even without your Kitty Sense, or now that you've spent all this time with her, likely your Invisible Ties as well, with each and every chilled breeze over her bare skin acting as a frustrating reminder, though she pushes forward regardless.

Back and forth the pathway snakes. You don't notice at first, but it seems to be gradually ascending as well. You then finally reach the end, and of all things to see, it's a door. Despite all else being that of a damp, dark cave, lit only by colourful fungi, there's a regular wooden door perfectly fit into a rectangular frame. Nothing else is around it and there are no other ways to go other than straight through.

Carefully, you step forward, and slide your fingers around the knob. You then turn. It isn't locked.

What you see on the other side is quite beautiful. In all ways besides the odd location it looks like somebody's bed chambers. The bed itself seems to be large, though you can't see much of it with deep violet curtains pulled in around the upper frame. Dark carved wood tables sit on either side, and there's a dresser not far away. There's also a rapier leaning on the wall directly beside the bed. A single light is lit, just above where the pillows likely are. You can barely see the tip of the wall lamp, though you can fully see the light shining in from behind the thin curtains, outlining all that's behind it.

To the right, the room opens up completely into a chasm wide enough to where you can't see most of the walls, nor the ground, but you can see a starry sky of mushrooms as you did when you first arrived. It's a familiar sight, and a lovely one. If it wasn't for the fact that the rest of this place has been incredibly dangerous and unsettling, this would make for an incredibly cozy bedroom.

The two of you step farther in, though you only make it a few more steps before you come to an abrupt stop to the sound of rustling, and the rising image of something ahead.

A figure appears behind the curtains, pulling itself up from the bed. All you can see is a curvy silhouette. The way the light behind the stranger shines past her and through the fabric outlines her in impressive detail. She first sits up on her knees, and while turned to the side, you can see the shape of her breast, and even the point at the tip, as she stretches her hands high above her head. A quiet moaning sigh whispers out from the other side. After that, she seems to be searching for something. You then see some sort of small garment be wrapped around her chest.

The curtains are parted slightly to the side, and first comes a single, slender leg, with skin as black as coal. The nails of her toes are painted white, acting as a stark contrast to draw your eyes immediately down. Next comes her other, and then finally a woman fully emerges. Her panties are just as white, and lacey as well, which hug the curves of her ass so tight that it's surely on purpose that the first thing she does it briefly turn to present her perky cheeks for you to behold. Even further, she bends over slightly, though that's only to take hold of the rapier before turning to face you both.

She wears a skimpy garment loosely from an alluring pair of tits--about the same size as Anastasia--which looks soft, thick, and comfy, though barely conceals much. It has short sleeves, though it cuts short before even completely covering her breasts, presenting an outstanding amount of underboob. It reminds you a little of Shivra. If this girl were to raise her arms up, they would slip out in an instant. Even now you're impressed that doesn't happen, and her hands are at her sides. She has hair down her back, which is just as shadowy dark as her flesh. If it wasn't for her bright garments, and now that you can see it all, the nails of her toes as well as her fingers, many might even miss her standing there.

"---a shadri," you mutter to yourself, as if your thoughts spilled out into words near the end.

Anastasia slips her hand from yours, though she replaces that with a stance even closer, to where her hip bounces into yours. She once again brings a hand between her legs to cover as much as she can, and she whispers back, "What did you call her?"

"A shadri!" the woman replies instead. She then stabs the point of her rapier underhand back into the end table right behind her, splintering the wood. She slips the drawer on it open and recovers a bright violet band. Then with a smug, piercing glare at you specifically, she reaches both her hands back to tie up her hair. The top she wears slips up, and for just a moment, the shadow of her areolas flash, though with them nearly the same colour as skin already so dark, you can barely see. Now that she sports a ponytail, she grabs the handle of her sword yet again and yanks it out, and then points it her unexpected guests. "Why have you entered my chambers?"

You glance briefly to Anastasia. "Be careful. If they stand completely still, they can vanish from almost all forms of detection. They can breathe with so little movement that even that isn't a problem." But then you return your eyes to the other woman. "It was the only way to go," you reply. "We're trying to find our friends, and then an escape."

"There is no escape from Seno'nojoch. He swallows all. One day, all will be the sea, and he will reign as king. If you're here, you have two choices. Either serve or die." With a haughty chortle, she turns her nose up at you, and even has the audacity to roll her eyes. "But you should be so fortunate as to not have fallen to the many other hazards here. Now you're able to bless your eyes with the sight of the most beautiful, perfect woman, right before your ****."

"Sorry, but no," you respond. "I know women more perfect than you than I have fingers on these hands, and one of them is even right beside me."

"--W-What?!" Anastasia reacts in surprise.

The stranger's brow twitches. "You come to my chamber, completely in the nude, and then insult me?"

"You're barely clothed yourself."

"But I have a form worth looking upon, unlike either of you. If you know so much of shadri, then you should start running now." Then with a reverberating cackle, a strange magic shrouds her figure, much in the same way as the other you've met in the past. Though when she does it, you see a second, identical woman, and then a third. Several appear through the chamber a mere second before they vanished from sight.

Fear runs through your body as you realize that she did turn invisible, but you have no idea where.

The other guy didn't do this. I wonder if this all shadri have this power given enough practice, or this is another blessing from Gwynevere's sea-daddy.

Anastasia calls out in fear, and you turn to react.

The shadowy woman has her hands up and down the cleric's body from behind. One enjoys the softness around the underside of her right breast, while the other trails downward, and traces the sensitive inner skin of her thigh. As her mischievous fingers near between, Anastasia moans out in panic. A trickle of desire runs down and over the coal-coloured fingers as she struggles between attempting to stop this violation, but with a body desperately craving a touch. Her body burns hot. Her rosy nipples poke upward. She looks to you with a hungry desire in her eyes. Though at last, she grabs the woman's wrist and throws her away.

Anastasia falls into your arms while your foe steps backward with a tongue between her teeth. She holds her arms out, and then leaps back off the edge of the cliff into the chasm.

Your hair stands on end. Swiftly, you turn to see the final moments of several versions of herself once again populating the room before turning invisible.

"She's still here," you say. "Stick close to me."