Join the harem

The fire crackled low, sparks rising into the sugar-thick night. Jolie’s giggle lingered in Alice’s ears, playful and warm, as Leo’s voice echoed like a dare

“Don’t be shy, Alice. We’ve got room for you.”

Alice stood frozen for a heartbeat, arms crossed, smirk plastered across her face like armor. Inside, her stomach twisted into knots.

(Oh my god. Do I seriously do this? Walk into that tent? Blondie McLightning is already insufferable, and Jolie’s basically my Mom in a pink hoodie. This is either the worst idea of my life… or the worst idea of my life.)

The fire popped, caramel sparks scattering across the licorice trees. Jolie leaned against the tent flap, hoodie slipping low across her shoulder as she blew another kiss. “Come on,” she teased, eyes shining. “We don’t bite… unless you want us to.”

Alice’s face burned. Her boots carried her forward before her brain could veto the decision. Each step felt heavier, like wading into quicksand. She tugged her shirt hem lower, exhaled slow, and ducked inside.

The air within was thick, close to the tent’s interior glowing faintly from lanterns scattered about. Bedding lay across the ground, soft against her boots. Leo sprawled across it like a king on his throne, cape already discarded, arms folded behind his head in smug satisfaction. Sparks flickered faintly through his hair, casting shifting shadows across the walls.

Jolie lit up when Alice entered, practically bouncing as she tugged her further inside. “I knew you’d come,” she said brightly, her voice bubbling with joy. She clutched Alice’s hand, her giggle so warm it was almost disarming.

Leo’s grin widened. “Told you. Nobody resists Lionheart for long.”

Alice **** her lips into a thin smirk, though her ears burned hotter by the second. (He’s unbearable. He knows he’s unbearable. And yet… Jolie. Damn it. She really is Mom all over again. The laugh, the confidence, the way she leans in like she owns the whole room. Stop thinking about Mom right now. Just stop.)

Jolie’s fingers squeezed hers, her blue eyes shining. “Don’t be nervous. You’re part of this now. My sister in Leo’s harem.” Another giggle, playful, affectionate, too much like home. “We’ll take care of you.”

Alice’s smirk faltered, shifting into something halfway between a grimace and a shy grin. (Sister. Perfect. Just what I needed. Family resemblance with bonus trauma. If she pulls out a bar rag and a cigarette, I’m leaving.)

The tent felt warmer with all three inside, the hum of mana lamps casting soft gold across the bedding. Jolie was already tugging at her hoodie, peeling it off with a laugh as she tossed it into a pile. Underneath, her black lace straps glimmered faintly, teasing against her pale skin. She winked at Alice like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Leo shrugged out of his gauntlets and boots with the ease of someone who’d done this a thousand times before, armor falling away piece by piece. Soon, he was left in little more than dark trousers, his lean frame relaxed as he leaned back on his elbows. Sparks still flickered faintly through his blond hair, tracing shadows over his bare chest.

Alice’s throat tightened. She tugged awkwardly at her boots, then her shirt, trying to keep her face perfectly blank. (It’s fine. Totally fine. Just night clothes. Nothing weird. Oh god, this is already weird.)

By the time she stood in her undershirt and pants, Jolie was already bouncing on the bedding in nothing but black lingerie, her excitement shining like a beacon. “You look adorable!” she chirped, clapping her hands together. “Like a shy little brother. This is so cute!”

Alice’s stomach dropped. Leo’s sharp eyes flicked down, then lingered. His smirk curved slow and knowing.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice smooth as lightning in the distance. “Didn’t expect a surprise under there.”

Alice’s face flamed red. She pulled her shirt hem lower, words tumbling out in a rush. “I-It’s not what you think! I’m not- It’s not-”

Leo chuckled, sitting up straighter. “Relax. I don’t mind femboys in my harem. Just means there’ll be a few rules.” His tone was casual, offhand, like this was already decided.

(Oh my god. Kill me. Actually kill me. I’d rather be eaten by a Chocolate Slime than have this conversation right now.)

Jolie gasped in delight, springing closer. “A boy?! That’s even better! Oh my god, Leo, this is amazing. He’s so shy, it’s precious. He’s perfect.” She leaned toward Alice, eyes sparkling, grin wide enough to split her face. “I’m so glad you joined us! This is going to be so much fun!”

Alice’s ears burned hotter with every word. She shook her head furiously, blurting out before Jolie could gush any further:

“No! Stop! I’m not, I mean it’s not that simple, okay?”

The tent fell quiet, Jolie blinking in surprise, Leo’s smirk dimming just slightly. Alice swallowed hard, forcing herself to keep going even as her face burned.

“It’s because of mana exposure,” she said quickly, hands clenching at her sides. “When I was still in the womb. My body didn’t… come out normal. I’ve got both. Male and female. Not by choice. Just how I was born.”

Her words tumbled into silence, hanging heavy in the tent air.

(There. Said it. Congratulations, Alice. First dungeon, first party, first night and you’ve already unloaded your life story on people who barely know you. Perfect. Just perfect.)

Leo’s expression shifted, the grin gone but not replaced with disgust - more like curiosity. Jolie, on the other hand, lit up like it was the best news she’d heard all week.

Jolie’s eyes widened, sparkling like a kid unwrapping a birthday present. She leaned in close, her blonde hair brushing Alice’s shoulder, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“So wait, how does your body work then? Do you, like… pee standing up or sitting down? And do you still have, you know, a clit? Oh! Can you even… y’know… without balls?”

Alice’s face went crimson. She tugged her shirt lower, wishing she could vanish straight into the bedding. (Why me. Why is this my life. First night, and I’m a freak show Q&A session.)

Jolie blinked, waiting. Alice swallowed hard and **** the words out before the healer could fire off another question.

“No, I don’t have a clit,” she said quickly, heat creeping up her neck. “That’s where my… where my dick grows out instead.” She gestured vaguely, mortified, avoiding Jolie’s wide eyed gaze. “And I do have testicles. They’re just… internal. Probably near my ovaries or something. Doctors told me once I forgot.”

Jolie gasped, clapping her hands together like she’d just learned the juiciest secret in the world. “That’s amazing! Oh my god, Alice, you’re like… a whole new class all by yourself. This is so cute! So unique!”

Alice pressed both hands to her face. (Cute. She called it cute. Kill me. End my life. Right here. Just let the monsters drag me away.)

Leo, sprawled across the bedding, struck a match with lazy ease and lit a cigarette. Smoke curled around his face as his sharp eyes softened, just a little. He exhaled slowly, giving Alice an almost apologetic smile from behind the haze.

“Don’t mind her,” he said casually, flicking ash to the side. “Jolie gets excited. She means well.”

“Excited?” Alice hissed through her fingers, her voice muffled. “She just asked me how I pee.”

Jolie only giggled, leaning closer with a bright grin. “Well? You still didn’t answer.”

Alice groaned into her palms. (Worst. Night. Ever.)

Jolie was already leaning forward again, mouth open for another question, when Leo’s hand came up just a slight gesture, but it froze her mid-sentence.

“That’s enough,” he said smoothly, smoke curling from his lips as he took a slow drag of his cigarette. His voice was calm, playful even, but the kind that brooked no argument. “Don’t overwhelm her, Jolie. She’s new. She’ll adjust.”

Jolie pouted, then settled back against his side with an almost theatrical sigh. “Fiiine. But she’s just so interesting-”

“Mm,” Leo cut her off, eyes flicking toward Alice. The smirk was back, slow and dangerous, like lightning on the horizon. “Which brings us to a few rules. Simple ones. Nothing to worry about.”

Alice swallowed hard, her arms crossed tighter as though she could physically shield herself from what was coming. (Oh god. Rules? Why does this sound like the start of a contract with the devil?)

Leo exhaled another thin stream of smoke, his words sliding out like velvet.

“Rule one. No touching my girls without my permission. If I’m not there, at least send me a message first and wait for my reply.”

Jolie giggled, clearly delighted by the phrasing, leaning into him like it was a private joke.

“Rule two. No vaginal penetration. None. Ever. Doesn’t matter how you phrase it, doesn’t matter what mood you’re in. That door stays locked.” His grin widened as though he’d made the rule purely to see Alice’s ears turn red.

“And rule three…” He tapped ash into a tray, eyes gleaming with electric blue light. “I’m the boss. Always. You follow my lead, you’ll be fine. Hell, you’ll even have fun.”

His tone was light, almost teasing, but there was steel under it. A warning disguised as a flirt.

Alice’s mask cracked, her smirk twitching at the edges as her stomach twisted. (Fun, he says. Like this is some kind of game. Great. Just great. What did I get myself into?)

Jolie, however, looked thrilled. She squeezed Alice’s hand, blue eyes sparkling. “Don’t look so serious. The rules make it exciting. It’s like we’re playing house”

Alice groaned softly. (More like prison rules with a smile. Fantastic.)

Alice’s throat was dry, her stomach twisted tight. But with Leo’s eyes locked on her - sharp, expectant, glowing faintly through the haze of smoke she **** herself to nod.

“I… agree,” she muttered, hating how small her voice sounded.

Leo leaned forward, cigarette glowing as he took a slow drag. His grin widened. “Not good enough. Say it properly.”

Alice froze. “What?”

“Repeat it.” His tone was soft, teasing - but there was steel underneath. “Say you accept me as your boss. Your Master.”

Her cheeks burned hot enough to melt the caramel tiles outside. (Oh my god. Oh my god. He’s serious. He actually wants me to say it. Out loud. Right now.)

Jolie giggled beside her, eyes sparkling with mischief. “C’mon, Alice. It’s fun! Just say it. I did!”

Alice’s hands balled into fists at her sides. Every instinct screamed at her to run, to laugh it off, to not give him the satisfaction. But her body betrayed her - the words came out in a rush, half-choked but clear.

“…I accept you. As my boss. My… Master.”

Leo exhaled smoke slowly, satisfied, as though he’d just won something important. “Good girl.” His voice was velvet and lightning all at once, the kind of sound that made Alice’s stomach twist even tighter.

Jolie clapped happily, tugging at her own shorts with playful eagerness. “Yay! Now we’re really a family.” She wriggled free of them, tossing them aside before turning her grin on Alice. “Your turn~.”

The moment the words left Alice's lips, something seemed to snap into place. An intangible bond, a chain, Leo's will wrapping around her.

"Good," Leo purred. His eyes raked over Alice's body, drinking in every curve and plane. "I've been dying to see what you're hiding under there." He nodded at Jolie. "Strip her. Slowly."

Jolie giggled, stepping forward with a bounce.

Alice’s heart lurched as Jolie’s fingers hooked into the waistband of her pants and tugged. She gasped, too stunned to resist, as the fabric slid down.then Deft hands found the buttons of Alice's shirt, making quick work of them. The fabric parted like a curtain, spilling the last of Alice's secrets.

Leo's hum of appreciation sent a filthy thrill through Alice. He stood, crossing the distance between then with a predatory prowl. "Mm. Look at you. All hard and weeping for it."

His fingers threaded in Alice's hair, grip tightening just enough to sting. He tugged her forward until her nose brushed the tented fly of his shorts. "Well go on, then. Show me how you suck."

Alice shuddered, the ache in her groin spiking. She worked the tight fabric over the bulge of Leo's crotch, down, down, until it finally sprang free, bobbing lewdly in front of her face.

It was beautiful. Thick and long, and dripping clear fluid from the tip. Slowly, tongue peeking out, Alice leaned forward, lapping at the seeping head.

The taste exploded over her tongue, salt and copper. She moaned, latching on, sucking hard. Above her, Leo groaned long and low, the hand in her hair spasming.

Alice let her lips drag over the spongy head, down the shaft, as far as she could take him. She slurped obscenely, drool spooling from the corners of her mouth as she painted the rigid flesh with spit and nuzzled it back up to the tip.

"Fuck, that's it," Leo rumbled, rocking into the mess she'd made. "Get it nice and wet. Shiny and slick, just how sluts like you like it, huh?"

Alice felt her face burning at Leo's words, but there was no denying the effect they had. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, betraying how much she loved this. Leo grinned sharply.

With a snap of his hips, he pulled back, his spit slick cock slipping from Alice's lips with a lewd pop. He sauntered over to where Jolie was all but vibrating with anticipation, tugging her skimpy panties down her legs.

Jolie parted her thighs readily, hips canting, eager for him. Leo lined up, the flushed head of his cock nudging against Jolie's pretty pink slit. In one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.

Jolie screamed, back arching. Her nails dug into Leo's back, yanking him closer as he set a punishing pace. The room was filled with the obscene symphony of groans and the clap of flesh against flesh.

Alice watched it all through heavy lidded eyes, feeling like she was about to combust. Leo's hips snapped against Jolie's ass, the thick muscles of his thighs and ass flexing as he **** his cock again and again into Jolie's soaking sheath.

It was the, most glorious thing Alice had ever seen. She could feel her own cock twitching, hearing the filthy sounds falling from Jolie's lips, seeing the rapture painted across Leo's face.

Suddenly, Leo's eyes snapped to Alice's, a wicked gleam in their depths. "Jerk off," he rasped, voice gone gravelly with desire. "Jerk off for me while I fuck her."

Alice whined, hand flying to her aching cock. She stroked it hard and messy, watching Leo slam into Jolie over and over. Her head spun as the illicit thrill of touching herself here, now, in front of them, swamped her.

They came together, crashing over the edge in a sweaty, moaning tangle. Leo bellowed, hips pistoning as he pumped Jolie full of his cum. Alice tumbled after, spurting all over her hand, the floor, watching it drip from her fingers.

For a long, dizzy moment, no one moved. Then slowly, wincingly, Leo pulled out, his cum spilling out after. He grinned at Alice fiercely. "Welcome to lionheart," Leo finished with a wink, tone playful but a hint of dark promise behind it.

Jolie peeled herself off the floor with a breathy giggle, cum and sweat dripping down her thighs. She sauntered over to Alice's side, throwing her a cheeky wink before pressing a smacking kiss to her cheek.

Leo's still hard cock bobbed lewdly in front of Alice, glistening with the mingled juices of him and Jolie. He gestured at it, smirking at Alice.

"Clean it," he rasped, voice wrecked from sex and smoke. "Lick me clean, and do a good job."

Alice felt another surge of mortified arousal. Trembling, she leaned in again, lapping at the sticky fluids coating Leo's softening cock. The taste of his seed mixed with Jolie's honey, a heady cocktail that made her head swim even as her tongue worked to clean every inch. Leo hummed approvingly.

Once he was satisfied that Alice had lapped up every drop, he tucked himself back into his shorts.

"Good girl," Leo praised warmly, as Alice sat back on her heels, blinking up at him blearily. He reached down to brush a thumb across her sticky cheek. "You did beautifully. I think you've earned a reward..."

He sauntered over to the sprawled form of Jolie, who was watching the scene with an impish grin.

He reached for something beside her, then held it aloft with a playful flourish - a bottle of thick, gooey chocolate syrup. Jolie giggled as he drizzled the sticky sauce over her pert breasts, painting them in sweet, sugary goo.

"Your turn again," he rumbled, glancing over at Alice with a wicked grin. "Lick it off. Lap it up and swallow it down like a good little slut."

Alice felt her cock twitch, still wet and sticky from her previous climax. The command made her pulse race, even as she knew how depraved this was.

Trembling, she crawled over to Jolie's side, the other girl's mischievous eyes dancing. Alice could barely meet her gaze as she lowered her head, sticking her tongue out hesitantly.

The first lick was a shock - syrup and sweat and the faintest trace of Jolie's sweet perfume. Alice moaned as she lapped at the dainty peak of Jolie's breast, tongue swirling to scoop up the chocolate goo Alice found herself sucking Jolie's nipples the girl just reminded her so much of her mom, she did it without thinking..

Jolie gasped at the sensation, squirming slightly. But she didn't pull away - instead, she reached down with a giggle, tangling her fingers in Alice's hair and urging her on.

Alice let her eyes slip closed, focusing on the task at hand as she bathed Jolie's breasts with her tongue, lapping up every dribble of syrup until her chin and mouth were smeared with sticky chocolate. Jolie was panting by the time she finished, her pert nipples pebbled from the stimulation.

[Consumable Acquired: Chocolate Syrup (Adventurer Residue)]

You have consumed chocolate derived from a fallen adventurer. Though perverse, the essence still carries faint traces of their strength, condensed into sugary form.

Effects absorbed:

+2 Constitution

+1 Willpower

+3 Awareness

Side Effect: Sugary Echo Body hums with unstable adventurer essence. Effects may fade… or mutate.

Updated Status Sheet: Alice

HP: 28 → 30

Constitution: 28 → 30

Willpower: 45 → 46

[DING!]

Oh-ho! Look at you, gobbling down someone else’s sweet, sticky leftovers. Don’t worry, I won’t judge. (Okay, I will. Constantly. Forever.)

[New Title Acquired: Dessert Thief]

“You ate the chocolate remains of another adventurer. That’s not just gross… it’s impressive. Wear it with pride, you sweet-toothed deviant.”

Title Mechanics

Titles can be equipped or unequipped once per level up.

Only one Title can be active at a time.

Titles provide unique passive bonuses, stat boosts, or situational perks.

Dessert Thief – Title Effects

Passive Perk: Candy Conversion

Any form of candy consumed is treated as a healing item.

Low-grade candy → minor HP recovery.

Mana rich dungeon sweets → stronger healing effect, scaling with quality.

(Note: Effects stack with natural nutritional value, but the system boosts them further dungeon candy is especially potent.)

[DING!]

New Title unlocked: Dessert Thief! Congratulations, you’re now officially the kind of person who can justify binge-eating candy as a combat strategy.

[Helpful(?) Reminder]

The richer the mana in the treat, the more you heal. So next time you’re bleeding out, just shove a lollipop in your mouth and call it “medicine.”

The faint glow of the dungeon’s candy colored sky filtered through the thin walls of the capsule tent. Alice stirred, groaning as she sat up. Her body ached in ways she hadn’t expected not just from the slime fights, but from the long, exhausting night that had followed.

She pulled on her shorts and tugged the black shirt over her head, wincing as it brushed against skin still flushed with heat. Her fingers fumbled with her boots, laces slipping as her mind replayed flashes from the night before.

(Holy hell. Did that actually happen? Did I… seriously spend my first dungeon night in a harem tent?)

Her cheeks burned. She buried her face in her hands for a moment, then **** herself to glance at the faint shimmer of her Status window, hovering patiently at the edge of her vision.

[Active Title: Dessert Thief]

“You ate the chocolate remains of another adventurer. That’s not just gross… it’s impressive. Wear it with pride, you sweet-toothed deviant.”

Perk: Candy Conversion All candy consumed functions as a healing item. Stronger, mana rich candy heals more.

Alice exhaled through her teeth, running a hand down her face.

(Great. My first big achievement in this brave new world, and it’s basically: ‘Congrats, you’re the freak who eats people for candy.’ Thanks, Dice. Really inspirational.)

Outside, voices stirred - Jolie’s laugh bright and energetic, Yamaba’s flat tone cutting through it like a blade. Leo’s deep, cocky drawl called for them to pack up camp.

Alice stood, shaking herself. She tugged her belt tighter, squared her shoulders, and stepped out into the candy colored morning.

The campfire crackled faintly, the scent of roasted marshmallow wood drifting from the flame. Core capsule cookware sat nearby, steaming with some kind of instant breakfast slurry that barely counted as food.

Leo was crouched near the fire, shirtless again, lazily puffing on a cigarette like the world owed him a stage. Jolie hovered at his side, humming as she stirred the bubbling pot with exaggerated flair, every movement bouncing with energy.

Alice blinked against the surreal domesticity. (Gods above… it almost looks normal. Except it’s not. Not even close.)

Her gaze drifted toward Yamaba. The elf leaned against a snapped candy cane pole, arms folded across her chest, pale hair catching the faint glow of the dungeon sky. She looked, as always, unimpressed until her molten-amber eyes flicked to Alice.

Yamaba pushed herself off the pole with slow grace, crossing the short distance between them. Her presence was suffocating, like a storm cloud moving overhead. Alice froze as the necromancer stopped close, far closer than comfort should allow.

“Welcome to the harem,” Yamaba murmured, her voice low, flat, and unreadable. Then, without hesitation, she leaned down and pressed a cool kiss to Alice’s lips. It was brief more a claim than affection but her breath smelled nice.

Alice’s heart tripped over itself. Her brain screamed a hundred things at once.

(What the hell. Did the scary elf necromancer just?? Oh gods, I’ve been here one night and I’m already… I can’t… WHAT IS MY LIFE?)

Jolie’s giggle broke the moment like glass. “Awww, Yamaba! You’re so romantic!” she teased, clapping her hands together with mock delight. “I knew you liked her. See, Leo? Our new sister’s fitting in just fine!”

Leo exhaled a plume of smoke, smirk curling wider. “Told you. My harem’s irresistible. Even the ice queen couldn’t help herself.” He glanced at Alice with that cocky gleam, like all of this was just another victory under his belt.

Alice tugged the hem of her shirt down as if it could shield her from the weight of three stares at once. Her face burned hot, ears ringing.

(Nope. Nope nope nope. Too much. I signed up for slime hunting, not… whatever this is. How do I even process this?)

The candy forest was quiet that morning, the air thick with the cloying scent of sugar. Peppermint stalks and gumdrop bushes stretched out around the camp as the party packed up and moved on. Alice trailed just behind Leo, her boots crunching over hardened caramel ground.

It didn’t take long before Jolie’s sharp eyes caught a wobbling figure in the distance. A Chocolate Slime oozed across the path, its glossy, semi solid body squelching with each lazy bounce.

“Number ten,” Jolie sang, pointing it out with a mischievous grin.

Leo cracked his neck and gave Alice a glance over his shoulder. “This one’s yours, rookie. Don’t screw it up.”

Yamaba sighed, flames flickering faintly in the cores of her armor. “If she dies to a pudding, I’m not dragging the body back.”

Alice swallowed hard, gripping her weapon tighter. (Great. No pressure. Just my dignity, self worth, and possibly my literal life on the line.)

The slime lunged with surprising speed, its gooey body stretching out to engulf her. Alice darted aside, her reflexes snapping into place as her blade slashed through the gelatinous mass. Goo splattered across the candy-cane trees, sticky and sweet smelling.

“Not bad!” Jolie cheered, clapping like she was watching a street performance.

The slime wobbled, splitting into smaller chunks that quivered and rolled toward Alice. She grit her teeth, striking again this time with Yamaba casually blasting a spirit flame to cut off an escape, and Leo batting aside a glob of slime with the flat of his sword.

Together, they hemmed it in, and with a final thrust, Alice’s blade pierced through the core, the creature dissolving into a puddle of melted chocolate.

The dungeon stilled, and a familiar shimmer of light appeared in front of Alice.

[Level Up!]

Congrats, Alice! You survived 10 Chocolate Slimes without getting eaten, melted, or turned into a novelty dessert. Your reward: the wonderful world of Class Selection. Try not to cry when you see your options.

Class Options

1. Squire

The sidekick of legends! (Well, mostly the sidekick of guys who think they’re legends.)

Role: Support for Paladins and Knights. You shine brightest holding the shield, patching up armor, or covering the flank for someone else’s big, flashy moves.

Stat Focus: Constitution, Willpower, Agility.

Abilities: Basic Guard, Shield Bash, Weapon Maintenance (buffs party damage).

Don’t look so disappointed. Sure, it screams “eternal sidekick energy,” but hey, some people make a career out of carrying other people’s gear. At least you’ll always have a job. Probably fetching Leo’s cigarettes.

2. Mana Tether Healer (a.k.a. “Heal Slut”)

Ohhh yes. Jolie’s favorite toy box. This Healer variant is “Class Locked.” Translation? Your mechanics are tied to sex, touch, and… other intimate acts. You don’t get to opt out. If you want mana back, you need cum. End of story.

Role: Healing / Mana Battery.

Stat Focus: Charisma, Magical Sensitivity, Awareness.

Abilities: Touch Heal, **** Mana Transfer, Lewd Benediction.

Restrictions: Class-locked gear includes slutty armor sets. You’re required to play into the mechanics if you want to function in combat.

Don’t glare at me. I didn’t invent it blame the system though admittedly, I invented this system~. If you want power, you’ll have to get… hands-on. Or mouths-on. Or… well, you’ll figure it out. Jolie seems happy enough, doesn’t she?

3. Trickster Adept

Support via chaos! You don’t hit hardest, but you can trip, confuse, and sabotage enemies while giving your allies a chance to shine.

Role: Disruption Support.

Stat Focus: Agility, Perception, Intelligence.

Abilities: Distracting Mirage (blind/confuse enemies), Minor Hex (debuff enemy stats), Improvised Gambit (randomized support effect).

Finally, a class with some personality! You get to mess with everyone equally enemies, allies, yourself. Sure, it’s unreliable, but when has gambling ever gone wrong in the history of the multiverse?

[Cash Shop Unlocked!]

The universe knows what you really want: micro transactions. Just kidding (sort of). Here’s how it works:

You may now spend Attribute Points in the shop instead of on boring old stats.

Buy shiny new traits, quirky skills, or gear you’d never be able to afford otherwise.

Note: Alice currently has 20 Free Points available. Try not to blow them all on candy.