Elise completes the puzzle

Cheeks red, panties missing, smeared in ash and soot, dishevelled and tousled and rubbing her brightly-blushing, very sore behind, Elise stumbled towards the locked door. She was absolutely furious. They had spanked her. And laughed at her. And pulled her panties down. And spanked her some more. And laughed, and giggled, and made rude jokes, and poked her bare bottom. And taken her panties away entirely, so she was left bare naked between the legs. And laughed. And made more jokes. And made sure that everyone got a good long look at her pussy. And spanked her even more. And spanked her and spanked her and spanked her while everyone laughed and watched her kick and squeal. And then, just to be sure, they'd spanked her.

She didn't feel like a paladin of Etherial. She felt like a naughty little girl who'd been very, very, very thoroughly spanked.

And the puzzle had been hard. And she'd had to grit her teeth and work through it, trying to think about how all the little pieces of the puzzle box worked, all the while trying to ignore the fact that she was being spanked. It had been really, really difficult.

And of course all the imps had disappeared the minute she'd solved it, so she couldn't even get revenge. But that was okay. She never wanted to see another imp, and she never wanted to solve another puzzle. all she wanted to do was get to the end of the dungeon and find the Idol of Invisibility as soon as possible, so nobody could see her, and she never had to worry about a bunch of perverted little monsters ogling her pussy and her bare spanked bottom ever, ever again.

She cupped one hand between her legs protectively. She'd lost her panties. She had nothing on but her sexy bra and soot. She looked, and felt, ridiculous. Still, hopefully on the other side of the door there would at least be a place to rest. What more could the dungeon possibly throw at her?

She put the key in the lock. She turned it. She opened the door. She stepped through.

It clicked shut behind her, locking automatically. She looked around the room.

She saw another door, this one locked shut with no less than six golden padlocks.

And six birdcages.