[Heal Slut]

[Class Chosen: Mana Tether Healer]

Oh, sweet irony. Out of all the noble paths you could’ve taken, you went with Jolie’s “hands on” medical program. That’s right, rookie you’re officially a Heal Slut. Welcome to the team.

Class Traits & Scaling

Role: Healing / Mana Battery (Lewd Variant).

Scaling Stats: Charisma, Awareness, Magical Sensitivity.

Core Skills Unlocked:

Touch Heal (Lv. 1): Direct skin to skin contact heals wounds.

Mana Transfer (Lv. 1): Replenish mana for allies intimacy required.

Lewd Benediction (Locked): AoE healing, costs more than a hug.

Look at you, following in Jolie’s footsteps already. You picked the class where orgasms = oxygen. Don’t blush, cupcake, this was always your fate. The system doesn’t hand out choices it hands out entertainment.

[Cash Shop Available]

Attribute Points can now be spent here. Traits, skills, gear, maybe even some “cosmetic upgrades” if you’re feeling spicy.

Current Balance: 20 Attribute Points.

Reminder: Points spent in the Cash Shop cannot be refunded. Think wisely before trading Constitution for “Elastic Anatomy.”

PS: Be proud you resisted the urge to spend your 10 freebies early. Most rookies blow it all on Agility and then die tripping over their own shoelaces. Good girl.

Alice cleared her throat, glancing between the three of them. Her cheeks burned, but she **** the words out anyway.

“…I uh… picked the Mana-Tether Healer class.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Leo threw his head back and barked out a laugh, sparks of lightning flickering across his golden hair. “Two healers? Ha! I’m gonna be fucking invincible! Nobody’s taking down Lionheart now.” He leaned back smugly, grinning like a man who’d just been handed the world on a platter.

Jolie practically squealed, bouncing on her toes and clapping her hands together. “Oh my gods, Alice! We’re sisters now! Heal slut squad, together forever!” She rushed in to hug Alice tight, nearly smothering her against her chest. “We’re gonna share tips, and outfits, and ohhh, you’re gonna love it, I promise!”

Alice stammered, her face crimson. (Oh great. Fantastic. Exactly what I needed, a cheerleader for my new humiliating class. This is my life now, isn’t it?)

Yamaba, meanwhile, stared at Alice for a long, flat moment. Her molten eyes flickered faintly, then she gave a slow blink. “Yay,” she deadpanned in a monotone, her voice completely devoid of enthusiasm. “Two healers. How thrilling. I can hardly contain myself.”

Leo smirked, cigarette dangling from his lips. “See? Even Yamaba’s excited. Don’t let her fool you.”

“Mm,” Yamaba hummed, already turning away to pack her things, expression unreadable. “I’m bursting with joy.”

Alice swallowed, caught between Jolie’s suffocating embrace, Leo’s cocky grin, and Yamaba’s sarcasm.

Leo exhaled smoke, eyeing Alice with that same cocky glint. “Alright, rookie. Open up your Cash Shop. You’ve got ten free points, yeah? Perfect. Pick up the Healing Synergy Trait.”

Alice blinked. “The what now?”

Jolie bounced happily in her seat, blonde hair swishing. “Ohhh, that one’s so good! It links our healing together. When you and I cast at the same time, the magic stacks and we can push out way higher-level heals than either of us could solo.”

Leo smirked, snapping his fingers as if the matter was already settled. “Exactly. With two healers syncing up, my survival rate just doubled. Think about it.”

Alice bit her lip, reluctantly pulling up the glowing shop menu. The text danced across her vision, obnoxiously bright.

Cash Shop: Featured Trait

Healing Synergy (Trait)

Rank: Tier 1 (Upgradeable)

Cost: 5 Attribute Points

Effect: When two healers cast healing spells simultaneously, their effects resonate. Together, you can push beyond your normal limits, casting higher level healing spells than either of you could manage alone.

Note: Only activates if the other healer is willing. Synergy requires trust (and in Jolie’s case, groping).

Oh, how adorable. The power of friendship… except replace “friendship” with “sticky mana exchanges” and “trust” with “hope Jolie doesn’t drag you into a group hug mid combat.” Buy it, don’t buy it either way, I’m entertained.

[Trait Acquired: Healing Synergy]

When you and another healer (hi Jolie~) cast together, your healing spells resonate. Effects are amplified, stronger than either of you could pull off alone.

Aw, teamwork makes the cream work. Or however that saying goes. You’ve officially unlocked the “double slut healer combo.” Congratulations, Alice you’re now DLC content for Jolie.

The glowing message winked out of sight, leaving Alice staring blankly at the sugary dungeon walls. Her hands tightened around her weapon as she tried not to imagine the smug look on Dice’s face.

Leo flicked ash from his cigarette and rose to his feet, clapping his gauntlet clad hands together once. “Good. That’s sorted.” His grin sharpened, predatory and pleased. “Now we’re heading out. No point wasting time on rookie candy mobs when I can get you outfitted properly.”

Jolie’s eyes lit up. “Shopping trip! Oh, Alice, you’re gonna love this. Cute armor, slutty armor- ooh, and maybe some accessories too!” She practically bounced with excitement.

Yamaba exhaled slowly through her nose, eyes half-lidded as she pushed herself off a melted gumdrop boulder. “Yay. Commerce. My favorite.” Her monotone dripped sarcasm, but she still followed, pale spirit flames flickering lazily at her side.

Alice tugged at the hem of her shirt, trying to hide her flushed face as she fell in behind them.

(Great. First dungeon and I didn’t even make it to the boss. Instead, I got class-locked into a heal slut, spent 5 points on party synergy, and now I’m about to be dressed up like one of Jolie’s cosplay dolls. Dice is probably rolling on the floor laughing right now.)

The polished marble floors of the guild hall felt almost obscene after the sticky, syrup-drenched ground of Candyland. Rows of glowing displays lined the walls, each case holding weapons, armor, or charms designed to catch a rookie’s hungry gaze. The enchanted lighting made every piece gleam like treasure, promising power at a price.

Alice’s wide grey eyes drank it all in as she pressed close to one glass case, her breath fogging the surface. A wicked sword pulsed faintly with dark energy; beside it, blackened steel armor shimmered with warding runes.

(Okay, yeah, this is way more fun than Chocolate Slimes. Just let me at one of these beauties and I’ll look like a proper adventurer in no time.)

Behind her, Leo’s voice cut through the quiet, smug but warmer now than before. “Pick what you like, rookie. You’re with me now. That means you don’t just get scraps, you get equipped properly.”

Alice turned, startled. “Wait, really? I thought it was ‘starter pack only, don’t get greedy.’”

Leo smirked, sparks of lightning flickering in his hair. He draped an arm over her shoulder with casual possession. “That was before you picked our healer class. With you and Jolie together, I’m basically immortal. Consider this an investment,my little girlfriend.”

Alice flushed crimson. (Did he have to say it that loud?)

Jolie squealed and hugged her from behind, practically bouncing. “Eee, Alice! Matching classes and matching perks! We’re gonna be unstoppable! This is the best shopping trip ever!”

“Great,” Yamaba said flatly as she drifted past, molten eyes flicking to the rows of displays.

She didn’t slow, instead wandering toward a row of black-bound tomes that pulsed with faintly necrotic energy. “Try not to embarrass me with whatever clown outfit you pick.”

Alice pressed her palms to the glass and groaned. (Perfect. My new boyfriend’s cocky, my class sister wants to play dress up, Totally normal party dynamic. Totally fine.)

“Don’t worry, rookie. We’ll find you something that suits you. You’re part of my harem now. You’ll look the part, and fight the part. I’ll make sure of it.”

Jolie darted ahead of Alice, eyes sparkling like the display cases themselves. “Ooooh- Leo, look!” she chirped, pointing at a section of glass glittering with ornate trinkets. “They’ve got a whole set of mana-binding charms. Same ones I wear!”

Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her palms to the case, practically bouncing in her boots. “We have to get some for Alice. Matching cuffs, matching anklets, maybe even a collar…! It’ll make our synergy even stronger!”

Leo chuckled low in his throat, smoke curling lazily from the cigarette between his fingers. “Go ahead,” he said, flicking ash into a crystal tray. “Outfit her. We’re investing in our future survival here.”

Jolie squealed again, her excitement infectious. She flagged down a guild clerk and began pointing out pieces of jewelry with the confidence of someone ordering coffee, rattling off mana-synergy specs and cosmetic details alike.

Before Alice could protest, the clerk returned with a velvet tray lined with shining pieces, cuffs, bangles, charms, even a choker. Each piece pulsed faintly, in rhythm with Jolie’s own jewelry.

Alice stared at them, heat crawling up her neck. “I… you’re serious about this?”

Jolie turned, eyes dancing with mischief. “Of course I am! We’re a team now. You’re my class sister, and matching gear makes synergy way more effective. Plus…” She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You’ll look adorable.”

Leo smirked, watching the exchange like a man watching a game he already won. “Put them on, rookie. The stronger you two get, the longer I live.”

Alice reached out hesitantly, fingers brushing over the cool metal of a mana charged wrist cuff. It thrummed under her skin, warm and tingling.

(I came here to buy armor. Somehow, I’m about to leave wearing matching jewelry with a hyperactive healer and calling a cocky paladin my boyfriend. Dice, if you’re listening, you’re laughing your ass off, aren’t you?)

Behind them, Yamaba drifted closer, her expression unreadable as she glanced at the matching set. “How cute,” she said flatly, her tone the same as if she were commenting on a new brand of soap. “Team-building through accessories. Very inspiring.”

Jolie giggled, looping one of the cuffs around Alice’s wrist herself. “Shhh, let me enjoy this moment! Our synergy is gonna be amazing.”

Alice swallowed, feeling the faint pulse of magic link between her cuff and Jolie’s as the clasp snapped shut. It was official now - not just class locked, but visibly marked as part of the team.

As the clerk packed up Jolie’s ridiculous haul of matching charms, Leo cleared his throat and reached into his coat. He pulled out a small, glass vial no bigger than a finger, filled with a faintly glowing liquid the color of morning sunlight.

He held it out to Alice with a practiced smirk, though his hand twitched like he wasn’t used to giving gifts. “Here. Use this.”

Alice blinked at it, then at him. “...What is it?”

“Hair growth tonic,” Leo said flatly, trying to sound bored. Sparks flickered faintly in his blond mane, betraying his nerves. “Drink it, rub a drop into your scalp, whatever. It’ll work instantly.”

Alice stared at the vial, then back at him. “You’re… giving me shampoo?”

Leo’s smirk faltered, and for the first time, a faint flush touched his cheekbones. He looked away, exhaling smoke. “Not shampoo, idiot. It’s a consumable. Makes your hair longer. Permanent. I…” He hesitated, jaw working. Then, quickly, like ripping off a bandage: “I like girls with long hair, alright? You’d look cute with it. Don’t make me say it again.”

Alice’s mouth fell open. (Wait… did the cockiest paladin alive just… get shy?)

Jolie gasped, eyes sparkling. “Awww! That’s so sweet! Leo, I didn’t think you had it in you!” She pressed her hands to her cheeks, squealing. “He’s embarrassed! Alice, he really means it!”

Alice looked from the vial to Jolie’s cascading golden waves, then to Yamaba’s twin-tails brushing against her waist. Slowly, realization sank in. Both of the other girls in his harem already had long hair. She was the odd one out.

Heat crawled up Alice’s neck. She tightened her fingers around the vial.

Yamaba’s voice cut through the moment, monotone as ever. “Wonderful. A hair fetish. Just when I thought the harem theme couldn’t get any tackier.” She didn’t even look up from her tome shopping.

Leo snapped back, trying to bury his embarrassment under arrogance. “Shut it, Yamaba. It’s called presentation. My harem should look the part.” His gaze flicked back to Alice, softer for a heartbeat before hardening again. “Just… use it, rookie. You’ll look good.”

Alice swallowed, clutching the vial. (Gods help me… I think he actually means it.)

Alice didn’t give herself time to think. Her fingers twisted the vial open, and before Leo could say another smug word, she tipped it back and swallowed.

The effect was instant. A warm rush spread from her scalp, tingling like pins and needles. Strands cascaded down, spilling past her shoulders, sweeping across her back until they reached the middle of her spine. The color stayed the same crimson red with jagged black undertones but with length came a wild, silken sheen.

Alice grabbed a fistful, staring wide-eyed at the sudden waterfall of hair. “...Holy shit.”

Jolie clapped her hands, eyes sparkling. “Eee! It’s perfect! You look so, so cute, Alice!” She darted behind Alice, already running her fingers through the new length, twirling it like a stylist. “It’s so soft, too!”

Leo’s smirk twitched, failing to hide the way his gaze lingered. He took a long drag from his cigarette to cover it. “Told you. Looks better. You’ll thank me later.” His voice was firm, arrogant, but the faint flush at the tips of his ears gave him away.

Alice’s face burned hotter than the tonic. (Gods above, he’s actually embarrassed about this. The cockiest bastard in the world bought me hair extensions and can’t admit he thinks I’m cute.)

Yamaba looked up from her tome for half a second, then blinked once. “Congratulations.” She turned back to the shelf.

With her new hair still brushing her shoulders in unfamiliar ways, Alice followed Leo and Jolie deeper into the guild’s display hall. The polished marble gave way to rows of glass cases, each one holding weapons, armor, and gear scavenged from dungeons across countless worlds.

Blades shimmered with elemental etchings. Shields glowed faintly with protective wards. Even the simplest pieces of leather armor seemed to hum with hidden enchantments.

Alice pressed her face close to the nearest display, eyes wide. (Oh hell yes. Finally, some real equipment. No more ratty shorts and shirt for me.)

Leo gestured at the racks with his usual arrogant flair. “Pick something practical, rookie. You’re not here to look scary, you're here to keep me standing. Armor, weapon, or charm. Choose wisely.”

Jolie twirled on her heel, tugging Alice by the wrist toward the armor cases. “Ooooh, let’s start with light armor! Healers always look so cute in cloth sets!”

Yamaba trailed behind, scanning the blackened steel and necrotic-etched pauldrons without comment.

The cases flickered as she walked past, descriptions appearing in glowing letters:

Blessed Chain Veil (C Rank)

Silver threaded chainmail dress enchanted with holy wards. +12 Constitution, +10 Willpower.

Effect: Holy energy bolsters healing spells cast by the wearer. Restriction: Armor cut extremely “fashionable” midriff exposed, skirt short.

(Of course it’s slutty. Of course it is. Thanks, system.)

Runebound Staff (C Rank)

A blackwood staff wrapped in glowing silver runes. +14 Magical Sensitivity, +10 Perception.

Effect: Heals are 10% stronger when channeled through it. Occasionally whispers encouragement in Old Tongues.

(…Great. Even my staff will sass me.)

Candy Cane Buckler (D Rank)

A round shield striped red and white, sticky to the touch. +8 Constitution, +6 Agility.

Effect: Enemies who strike the shield become briefly slowed as if wading through syrup.

(A candy shield? Really?)

Leo stepped up beside her, looking over the cases with practiced ease. “Pick something that helps the team. That robe or the staff would suit you.” His tone was commanding, but his gaze lingered a little too long on the chainmail set.

Jolie leaned in close, grinning ear to ear. “Oooh, you’d look so adorable in the veil, Alice! All shiny and cute while you heal us~”

Yamaba muttered without looking up from a grim-looking helm. “Yes. Adorable. Exactly what this group needs.”

Alice pinched the bridge of her nose. (Why does every option make me feel like Dice is just messing with me personally?)

The guild clerk carefully removed the chosen items from their cases: the Blessed Chain Veil and the Runebound Staff. Both gleamed faintly under the enchanted lights, humming softly with mana.

Alice stood stiff as the chainmail was slipped onto her frame. It clung in all the wrong places, leaving her midriff bare and her thighs exposed under the short skirt like cut. The silver threads shimmered across her chest, catching every bit of light in the hall.

Her face went scarlet. “You’ve got to be kidding me. This is what passes for armor?”

Jolie practically danced in place, hands clasped under her chin. “Ohhh, Alice! You look so cute! Like a proper healer! You’ll be perfect standing next to me!” She leaned in, lowering her voice conspiratorially. “Trust me, the sparkle helps distract enemies.”

Leo smirked, sparks flickering through his blond mane as he looked her over. “Practical and eye-catching. I like it.” His tone was smug, but his eyes betrayed genuine satisfaction.

Yamaba muttered as she turned another page of her black-bound tome. “Yes. Eye-catching. Exactly what every healer needs when trying not to die.”

Alice groaned, clutching the newly acquired staff like a lifeline. The dark wood thrummed with runes, sending a warm tingle up her arms. She gave it a quick experimental spin, the silver inscriptions glowing brighter at her touch.

(Okay… yeah. This part’s actually badass. Staff’s good. Staff I can live with. Armor? Dice is definitely laughing at me again.)

With Alice’s basic gear secured, the group continued down the hall. More display cases glittered, stacked with dungeon spoils and enchanted curiosities.

Bloodstitch Gloves (C Rank)

Red leather gloves, thread stitched from sinew. +8 Agility, +8 Willpower.

Effect: Minor healing boosts, but wearer occasionally hears phantom whispers urging them to “cut deeper.”

(Nope. Nope nope nope. Hard pass.)

Echo Charm (D Rank)

A silver pendant etched with twin circles. +10 Perception.

Effect: Slightly increases mana recovery when standing near another healer.

(Okay, synergy jewelry again. Jolie’s going to lose her mind over this one.)

Glassblade Shortsword (C Rank)

Forged of translucent crystal, light refracts in strange patterns. +12 Agility, +6 Strength.

Effect: Hits can bypass basic armor… but blade is fragile.

(Looks cool, but I’d break it in five minutes. Next.)

Heartwoven Sash (B Rank)

A crimson silk belt embroidered with golden thread. +15 Appearance, +10 Willpower.

Effect: Healing spells performed while wearing the sash radiate visible golden light, bolstering allies’ morale.

(Oh great. Sparkly cheerleader gear. Jolie will love it. I’ll die of embarrassment.)

Leo’s cigarette smoldered as he exhaled a plume of smoke. “Pick another, rookie. One more support piece. Make it count.”

Alice swallowed, glancing nervously at the glittering shelves. Jolie was already tugging her toward the Echo Charm, while Yamaba loitered by the Bloodstitch Gloves with the faintest glint of interest in her flat amber eyes.

(Oh gods. I’m about to get accessorized to ****. Again.)

The clerk returned with a velvet lined tray. Upon it rested the Bloodstitch Gloves and the Echo Charm.

Before Alice could object, Yamaba dropped a pouch onto the counter with a dull clink. Her molten eyes didn’t waver as she pushed the tray toward Alice. “Put them on. You’ll heal faster, and at least you’ll stop looking half useless.”

At the same moment, Jolie darted in with a chiming laugh, pressing the Echo Charm into Alice’s hands. “And this! We’ll match!” She dangled her own pendant for emphasis the twin circles gleaming like silver eyes. “It’ll double our power when we heal together. Think of it, Alice… super sister synergy!”

Alice blinked between them, both hands full now. “…I didn’t actually say I wanted-”

“Shh.” Jolie pressed a finger to her lips, smiling wide. “You’ll thank me later.”

Alice sighed, slipping the gloves onto her hands. The red leather tightened against her skin, faint whispers brushing her mind like distant echoes. The pendant was warm against her chest the moment she clasped it around her neck.

(Great. Now I’m haunted by whispers and accessorized. Totally normal healer gear. Perfect.)

As the clerk tallied the purchases, Leo lit a cigarette and exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing at the numbers. For the briefest moment, his confident mask slipped.

But by the time he turned back to the group, his trademark smirk was firmly in place. “Not bad. We’re a little lighter on coin than I’d like, but…” He flicked ash into a tray, sparks of lightning crackling faintly in his hair. “That’s what investments are for. You’re my girls now all of you and I make sure my harem shines. Gear, training, everything. We’ll earn it back tenfold”

Jolie practically beamed at him, eyes glittering. “See? He always takes care of us. Don’t you worry, Alice. You’re in good hands.”

Yamaba rolled her eyes, slipping her tome under one arm. “Or reckless hands. Same difference.”

Alice fidgeted with the pendant around her neck, feeling the faint warmth of mana tethered to Jolie’s. She swallowed hard.

[Status Sheet: Alice]

(You chose the horny path, huh? Well, at least you’re honest. Welcome to support hell, where mana comes with strings attached and dignity is optional.)

Race: Human (deluxe model, with experimental plumbing)

Class: Mana-Tether Healer (aka Heal Slut - you picked it, I didn’t name it....)

Level: 1 (you finally popped your cherry… level cherry, I mean. Don’t get excited.)

Title: Sweet Survivor (turns candy into healing snacks. Willy Wonka is proud.)

Affiliations:

Guild of Inspira (Daddy’s coin purse, now officially sugar daddy sponsored)

Lionheart (Leo’s lightning circus, now with matching jewelry sets!)

HP: 41 (up from 28 a healer that faints instantly is bad PR)

Mana: 230 (up from 50 you’re juiced up, though we both know how you’ll be “refilling” this pool)

Body

Strength: 26 (from 24 you can maybe open jars without asking for help now)

Constitution: 41 (from 28 built tougher, so you don’t snap like taffy)

Agility: 44 (from 41 slipperier, though not by much)

Appearance: 58 (from 36 support slut aura unlocked; people will stare, and not always respectfully)

Mind

Charisma: 40 (from 29 you can smile through the shame, good job)

Intelligence: 39 (from 38 barely holding steady, but you still know which end of the staff to hold)

Willpower: 52 (from 45 resisting humiliation? Not really. But resisting fear? Better.)

Perception: 52 (from 42 you’ll see danger coming, even if you walk into it anyway)

Magic

Magical Strength: 23 (from 5 your sparkler evolved into a glow stick)

Magical Control: 19 (from 3 at least you don’t set yourself on fire anymore. Small wins.)

Class Features (Mana Tether Healer)

Tethered Heal (Active): You can heal allies by channeling mana directly into them. Unfortunately, that mana likes… physical contact. Hope you’re comfortable with hands-on treatment.

Shared Flow (Passive): Healing another healer doubles your effectiveness. (Translation: Jolie + you = sparkly healer fusion dance.)

Lewd Mana Mechanics (Permanent): Your mana pool refills through “intimate contact.” Yes, that kind. Locked class, no refunds.

Support Scaling (Passive): Your Appearance and Sensitivity boost the effectiveness of your healing skills. Congrats, your sex appeal literally fuels your magic.

Notes

Background Trait: Touched by Mana (Minor) prenatal exposure gave you weird magic plumbing and a lifetime of awkward explanations.

Unspent Attribute Points: 15

Equipment

(Good news: no bikini curse here. Bad news: your harem went shopping for you.)

Runebound Staff (C Rank)

Effect: Healing channeled through the staff is 10% stronger. Occasionally whispers encouraging nonsense in Old Tongue.

Flavor: “Yes, your stick talks. No, you can’t mute it.”

Armor

Blessed Chain Veil (C Rank)

+12 Constitution, +10 Willpower

Effect: Holy weave bolsters your healing spells.

Cut: “Extremely fashionable” (midriff out).

Flavor: “Support chic: because coverage is for tanks.”

Accessories

Bloodstitch Gloves (C Rank)

+8 Agility, +8 Willpower

Effect: Minor boost to healing throughput. Side effect: faint phantom whispers urging “to cut deeper.”

Flavor: “Ignore the ASMR.”

Echo Charm (D Rank)

+10 Perception

Effect: Slight mana recovery increase when within close range of another healer (hi, Jolie).

Flavor: “Two pendants, one brain cell.”

Harem Link Set (Unranked, Cosmetic/Sync) matching cuffs/anklets/choker set (mana-binding charms)

Effect: Minor resonance with Jolie’s set (non-numerical), helps you feel each other’s mana flow; pairs with Echo Charm and Healing Synergy trait.

Flavor: “Friendship bracelets, but hornier.”

Consumable (Used)

Hair Growth Tonic consumed; hair length now mid-back.

Flavor: “Long hair squad achieved. Paladin purrs quietly.”

You’re no longer a fragile blank slate. You’re now a mana tethered embarrassment machine with enough healing to keep your party alive and enough appearance to make everyone notice how you’re doing it. Jolie’s thrilled, Leo’s smug, Yamaba’s unimpressed. And Dice? I'm delighted.

The four of them claimed a corner booth, drinks and plates scattered across the table as the noise of the guild buzzed around them. Alice slid into the seat beside Jolie, while Yamaba quietly positioned herself across from Leo, molten eyes flicking toward him with her usual unreadable stare. Leo leaned forward, arms folded on the table, his crimson-lined cape pooling against the bench like he owned the whole damn room.

“We’re not wasting time in beginner dungeons anymore,” Leo announced, lightning still sparking faintly in his blond hair. “The next run is Fangspire Warrens.”

Alice tilted her head. (Fangspire? That doesn’t sound like gumdrops and candy slimes. Definitely not beginner-friendly…) “Never heard of it,” she admitted. “What’s in there? More chocolate monsters?”

Yamaba finally broke her silence, voice low and sharp. “No. Worse. Goblins. Orcs. Hobgoblins. And not the civilized kind.” She set her glass down with a muted clink, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been there before. It’s alive, organized. A city underground where everything breathes ****. They’ll smile at you, trade with you, and stab you the moment you look away. Some will just drag you off and breed you until you forget your own name.”

Alice blinked, stomach twisting at the blunt words. (Okay, yeah. That’s a big step up from ‘haha sticky slime dungeon.’) “So… not fun. Got it.”

Jolie, ever the optimist, leaned against Alice with a grin. “It’s dangerous, yeah. But dangerous dungeons mean bigger loot! And with two healers? We’re practically unstoppable.” She poked Alice’s side playfully. “Don’t worry. You’ll do great.”

Leo smirked, leaning back in his chair with an infuriating air of confidence. “Exactly. This isn’t Candyland anymore. The Warrens are where real adventurers prove themselves. Orcs? Goblins? They think they run their little caves like kings. But with us there, we’ll burn them out. Make the whole place our playground.”

Across from him, Yamaba’s lips thinned. “You underestimate them, just like last time. The Orcs thrive on resistance. The goblins… they laugh, they plot, they watch. And the halftusks grease it all together. It’s not chaos, Leo. It’s structure. Their kind thrives on order as much as ****. If you go in loud, they will make you regret it.”

Leo’s grin only widened. “Good thing I don’t plan to go in quiet, then.”

Alice rubbed the back of her neck nervously. (Fantastic. He wants to storm into an underground mafia city run by ****-goblins and orcs. What could possibly go wrong?)

Still, a little thrill stirred in her chest. As terrifying as it sounded… this was exactly the kind of world Dice had thrown her into. And part of her wanted to see if she could actually survive it.

Leo was in the middle of another smug declaration about “breaking the Warrens wide open” when Yamaba shifted in her seat. For the first time that evening, her expression cracked not into her usual scowl, but into something sly, almost predatory. The molten gleam in her eyes sharpened as her lips quirked upward in the faintest hint of a smile.

Leo faltered. Just for a second. His confident rhythm hitched, his jaw tightening as his eyes flicked toward her in surprise. Then, with **** smoothness, he cleared his throat and pushed onward, voice just a shade too steady.

“ as I was saying,” he continued, cape shifting as he leaned harder on the table, “we’ll cut straight through the Maze and avoid the Blood Arenas. Efficiency is key. With two healers, our chances are higher than ever.”

Alice, sitting beside Jolie, was too caught up scribbling mental notes to notice anything unusual. (Blood Arenas? Smoke Chambers? Why does every place sound like a heavy metal album title?.) She nodded seriously, trying to look like she was keeping up.

Across the table, Yamaba’s half smile lingered, unreadable. Leo’s tone grew sharper, almost performative, as though he was determined to pretend nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Jolie just hummed happily to herself, twirling a strand of hair around her finger, utterly oblivious.

But beneath the table, hidden from Alice's view, Yamaba had slipped off one of her boots Her bare foot slid up Leo's calf, teasing and stroking, before she began to rub her toes along the bulge in his pants. She applied Featherlight pressure at first, smirking as she felt him twitch and grow beneath her touch.

Leo nearly faltered again when Yamaba made her move under the table, the briefest flash of surprise widening his eyes. But he barreled forward in the conversation, refusing to acknowledge what was happening below deck.

Alice remained frustratingly oblivious to the erotic footplay occurring just out of sight, too focused on processing the deluge of information Leo was providing about the Warrens and upcoming battles.

Yamaba continued her covert foot job, increasing the pressure as she worked her toes in sensuous circles against Leo's erection. She added a subtle rock to the motion, base to tip, up and down, causing Leo to stutter in his speech.

Alice glanced at Yamaba, and for a moment, the amber eyed elf feared the human girl had figured out her game. But Alice's expression was one of innocent inquiry, alight with questions about the mission.

Yamaba's dexterous toes made quick work of the zipper on Leo's fly, tugging it down carefully to free his twitching cock. She glanced around the table to ensure no one had noticed her actions. Alice was still distracted by Leo's words and her own scattered thoughts, while Jolie was lost in a daydream, a soft smile playing on her lips. Leo faltered for a mere second as the cool air met his heated flesh, but quickly recovered.

Having successfully released Leo's dick from its confines, Yamaba now had more room to work. She placed one foot on either side of his cock, the sensitive skin of his shaft nestled between her silken arches. Slowly, teasingly, Yamaba began to stroke him in earnest, both feet gliding sensually up and down his impressive length.

Leo's words grew more distracted and disjointed, his focus clearly split between the two very different tasks he was engaged in. But still, he soldiered on, unwilling to let on that anything was amiss - even as pleasure pinked his cheeks and his breathing turned shallow.

Yamaba savored the feel of him against the soles of her feet, trapping him between her cool arches. She varied her strokes - light, tickling teases up his shaft that had him holding his breath, followed by firm, full-length drags that made his hips twitch and his voice hitch.

The naughty thrill of secretly pleasuring him like this, right under Alice's nose, was intoxicating. Yamaba couldn't help but imagine taking it further - using her feet to guide his leaking tip to her own hungry cunt, sinking down onto him with those sparkling amber eyes locked challengingly with Alice's...

Yamaba's heart raced as she increased the pace of her stroking, her legs pumping rapidly. She could feel Leo swelling in her deft hold, his breath coming in sharp pants now. He was close, so close... and by the gods, she was going to wring every drop from him.

Beneath the table, hidden by the long white cloth, Yamaba reached down and tugged her loin cloth aside. Her pussy was flushed and dripping, aching to be filled. She spread her pussy open wantonly with one hand, baring her slick hole. Then, with a sinful smirk, Yamaba angled Leo's throbbing cock toward her entrance.

Alice, still frustratingly oblivious, jotted down some notes while Jolie hummed softly to herself. But the others present had definitely noticed something was up now. Furtive glances and knowing smirks were being exchanged around the table as Leo's composure cracked bit by bit.

Yamaba didn't care.

With a muffled groan, Leo began to come in thick spurts, striping Yamaba's aching pussy and fluttering entrance. Yamaba nearly growled at the hot splash of it on her cunt. Desperately, she angled her hips, trying to get his twitching tip inside her so she could feel that glorious pulse, that flood of jizz filling her up.

A bead of cum pearled at Leo's tip as he finished spending himself. Yamaba whimpered as it drizzled down, easing into her clutching cunt. She wished it was more, that she was stretched full of his softening cock and spurting deep inside her.

Heart still thundering, Yamaba carefully withdrew her feet, letting Leo tuck himself back into his trousers. Her own loincloth was sticky now, her thighs smeared with the evidence of their debauchery. But she didn't wipe it away.

Alice leaned back in the booth, scribbling mental bullet points across her mind as if they’d help her make sense of the insane briefing she’d just gotten.

(Maze full of traps. Blood Arenas full of gladiator wannabes. Orcs who apparently smile while they break your bones. And I thought chocolate slimes were bad. Guess I’ve officially leveled up from “goo snacks” to “violent underworld politics.” Hooray for progress?)

She looked across the table. Leo’s voice had gone sharp, almost clipped, as he hammered home his plan to storm the Warrens with all the subtlety of a lightning strike. His smirk was still plastered across his face, but… there was something weird about it. A crack she hadn’t noticed before. His cheeks flushed just a little too red, and his breathing sounded strained.

Alice tilted her head. (Is he… nervous? No way. Leo doesn’t do nervous. But he does look… off. Did he drink too much already, or…?)

She glanced at Yamaba, who, of course, met her with that same unreadable, molten stare. Nothing unusual there. Just the elf radiating her usual “I’m too cool for this conversation” energy. Alice shrugged it off.

Beside her, Jolie was humming happily, half listening, half daydreaming, like everything was perfectly fine.

Alice sighed, resting her chin on her hand. (Alright, whatever. If nobody else is panicking, I won’t either. But I swear something’s going on here that I’m not in on. Probably guild politics or elf mind games or… something.)

With a final sip of her drink, she resolved to keep quiet. Better to play the clueless rookie than admit she might’ve just missed something important right in front of her.

As the party slid out of the booth, Alice stretched and tried to shake off the lingering tension of the conversation. She adjusted her new shawl and staff awkwardly, still half distracted by thoughts of monsters waiting in the dark.

Then her eyes flicked across Yamaba.

The elf rose with her usual measured grace, but her thighs… glistened faintly in the low light, sticky cream streaks catching just enough of the guild hall’s glow to make Alice’s stomach flip.

Her breath hitched. Heat rushed up her neck into her cheeks as realization slammed into her like a mace.

(Oh… oh my god. She didn’t- no, she did. The whole time? Right here at the table?!)

Alice snapped her gaze away so fast she nearly tripped over Jolie’s bouncing form, muttering something incoherent. Jolie just hummed cheerfully, utterly oblivious, while Leo adjusted his cape with exaggerated casualness, looking about as smooth as a man could when he definitely wasn’t-.

Alice hugged her staff tighter, face crimson, heart racing. (Holy shit. I was sitting there talking about **** arenas while they were… ugh, how am I even supposed to look them in the eyes after this?!)

She swallowed hard and marched after them, silently vowing that she absolutely, positively was not going to think about it again.

(…Yeah. Right. Not thinking about it. At all. Totally fine. Kill me now.)

The night air outside Inspira Guild was thick with desert heat, the streets humming with magic signs and late night hawkers. Alice kept her head down, trying to disappear into her new shawl. She still hadn’t shaken the image of Yamaba from the booth.

Leo fell into step beside her, his usual cocky swagger muted just enough to make it clear he was actually being… serious. His cape shifted as he leaned closer.

“You know,” he said casually, “there’s room at my place. Would save you from squatting in whatever prefab shoebox you’ve been rotting in.” His smirk softened just a fraction. “You’d be with us. Easier that way.”

Alice blinked at him, caught between suspicion and a sudden rush of warmth. (Wait did Mr. Smug Paladin just… offer me a home? am I actually touched right now? Ugh.)

Before she could form words, Jolie bounced right in, practically hugging Alice’s arm. “Oh! And just so you know, there’s one house rule. No clothes inside. Like, none. Ever. We’re always naked.” She giggled like it was the most normal thing in the world. “It’s super cozy! You’ll love it!”

Alice’s brain promptly short circuited. (…Excuse me? Did she just say-)

Then Yamaba, as monotone as ever, added from behind them: “She’s not joking. We live exclusively naked. It’s… liberating.”

Alice tripped over her own boots and barely managed to recover, face blazing red as her eyes darted between the three of them.