Charge and attack.

"No time to waste with a creature like you!" Tavia shouts.

With a jumping strike, she brings down her blade as she grips it between both of her hands. It crashes down directly on the top of the slime's pointed head, not only slicing it in half, but splattering it into gooey puddles on the stone tiles before her. Flicking the remainder off her sword, she plants a hand on her hip--sporting a cocky smirk.

"Too easy, dungeon," she whispers beneath her breath. "Give me a hard one."

She turns to continue on, but before she can scope the rest of the room, she feels her skirt lift up into the air, exposing her round cheeks and pair of white panties. Quickly, she turns, but nothing appears to be there. That's when she looks down. No longer was there puddles on the ground, but instead, they were crawling over her body!

Like a few, perverted slugs, the slime's remainders have infiltrated her clothes. A couple have moved up to her skirt, and as she drops her sword to try to stop them, she seems some disappear beneath her metal breastplate, struggling down through her firm cleavage. Her cheeks flush pink as she starts grabbing at herself to find them, but it's like she's trying to catch jello under her clothing. Nothing seems to be working.

"Wh-What the heck are you doing? Get out of there!" she shouts.

In desperation, she bites her lip and tries to resist the obvious. Some of the slime is wiggling around her inner thighs, under her panties, and the rest is bordering her nipples. If she isn't careful, she might start getting too excited, and that would be humiliating.

Just then, she felt a wriggling sensation against her bare pussy. Frantically, she pats the front of her skirt, but it's too late. The remnants of the slime begin slipping between her legs, and against her most sensitive spot of all. Her mouth hangs agape all of the sudden, and an airy, **** noise of a girl trying to hold back a moan comes out of her throat.

"No, no, no!" she cries out in panic.

They slide over her nipples, and they begin to stiffen. Much to her dismay, she feels tingles around her body--feeling lewd from something like this begins shattering her dignity. Her hands finally plunge between her own breasts in search of the culprits before they push her too far. One by one, she begins yanking bits of goo out from her bouncing breasts, and she throws it all on the ground.

Stomp. Stomp. Stomp. She crushes the pieces, and then digs her hands into her panties.

She looks around, praying nobody can see her somehow, especially in such an erotic situation. Finally, she pulls the few pieces of magic slime from inside her underwear and crushes it all on the ground as well.

Tavia pants. Lifting up her sword, she begins to back up with her eyes staring intently at the puddles this time around. They stop moving.

She shivers and thinks, "What is this dungeon? I need to forget that all happened. Damn slime."

With the chaos gone, she spies a brown door on the opposite end, half cloaked from the corner's darkness. She turns the knob, and finally, she exits the slime's room to find herself back in a hallway.