Room 9

(If you've already visited this room you now find it empty. Click HERE to choose an exit.)

This long ten foot wide rectangular room has two exits. One to the West (Room 8) and one the the North-West (Room 10).

This room seems to be a cobbled alleyway. The sides of stone and wood building form the walls on the East and West while you see the stonework of the dungeon to the North and South. It is night, the light of what you assume is an illusory moon in the illusory sky. From what you've been able to figure out many of these room were actual small slices of the real world temporarily contained in the dungeon. You believed your actions were already having consequences back on your plane of existence. Lord Grim was a strange one, why not just fill the bare rooms with monsters and traps and such?

You look around. There were barrels along one side of the dimly lit ally. On the other was a small very low four wheeled wagon with a tarp covering whatever the wagon held. So far you hadn't seen anyone. That soon changes.

Stepping out of the shadows from the far end was a tall elegant looking woman wearing a long fur coat. She was slightly backlit by the pale moonlight. Clack, clack, clack. Her hard heeled boots clack on the stony cobbles.

She looked harmless enough, but you were on your guard.

"Hello?" You say. "Who are you?"

Clack, clack, clack. The woman walks closer.

"Stay where you are or I will strike you down!" You command her.

In a throaty and sultry voice she croons. "You wouldn't strike a lady, would you?"

"I don't want to. But you have stay back."

Clack...clack. She finally comes to a stop about a dozen feet away.

You could now see her a bit more clearly. She had fine features, a handsome woman to be sure. Maybe in her mid twenties. You could see the pink of blush on her cheeks and a shiny ruby red of lipstick on her full lips. She had short black hair and wore hoop earrings. Her fur coat which covered her from neck to nearly her ankles covered the rest of her. The fur was soft and luxurious and of the highest craftsmanship. The coat of a noblewoman.

"What are you doing here?" You ask her suspiciously.

Something was bothering you about her now. Something about the cheeks, the chin, the nose...the throat!!!

You see it there, just barely outlined by the pale white light. A small but noticeable bump. The figure reaches in and opens her coat up wide.

She...was a he!

Beneath the coat he was naked. He was slender and pale. He wore stockings, a wide gold necklace, and a some sort of ribbon around his thick and very erect cock!

"What the fuck!?" You exclaim just in time to be hit by the spell you had missed him casting beneath his long loose sleeves.

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Resist the spell:

• Make a Body check: 1d6+0 to throw off the effects of the transformation magic. If you have the Scoundrel ability you may roll this check twice and take the better of the two results thanks to the fact you have had to resist similar magics in the past from various traps.