Eve: Emergency Calling

She clutches her head, trying to resist the creepy voice.

"...kill them..."
"...serve me..."
"...kill the nephilim..."
"...feed..."
"...abandon them..."

Why isn't Dusk coming? Where's Camilla? "Somebody help me!"

The voice stops, and Eve breaths a sigh of relief. She nearly collapses from the exhaustion, but finds the strength to look up.

"Is it...over?" She's no longer in the vine-y underground caverns near Riverbend. She sees...armor stands? "Dusk? Camilla?" She stands up, not quite noticing that she's no longer weary.

You have called for aid...

The voice is both a boom and a whisper, and Eve feels it resonate inside her very core. "Wh-who are you?"

Choose...

Eve looks around, seeing various outfits, some of them armor. Others...are less protective. "Leathers...an apron?...is that a suit? What am I even choosing?" Her gaze falls upon a set of clothing that could only be described as a desert prostitute's garb: a small top covering mostly the chest and attached to the upper arms, and a long skirt that was so see-through she could tell there were no panties on the dummy. But what calls the most attention is the leather collar around the neck of the stand. The former elf gulps, her mouth suddenly dry. I...I couldn't... I still don't even know what's going on! She takes another look at the other stands, even spying one that looks like a ranger, with a fur cloak and quiver on its back...

But her gaze returns to the pink frills. Does Dusk like that kind of thing? Should I...find out? She blinks, and suddenly, the desert outfit is on her own body, and the collar around her neck. "Wha-" It feels...comfortable...

"Omigods! We're gonna have so much fun with Master!"

Eve is startled for a moment, before everything comes rushing back to her. "Dusk!" The room circles around her, and she's back underground, the battle unfolding before her very eyes. She pulls her dagger and rushes the big red monstrosity. "Hands off my dick!"