Keep to the left.

The hall is wide, so just in case there's traps, she decides to walk along near the left wall. Dungeons are dangerous. She's seen and survive arrow traps, spike traps, falling rocks, exploding runes, and more. To her, this is not even an issue.

"Dungeons are so boring when they're easy," she thinks to herself.

Step by step, she makes her way across the stone tiles and closer to the door. That is, until her heart skips a beat at the tile that sinks under the weight of her boot--a pressure plate. Springing in to action, she looks around for the strap that's sprung, but doesn't see any arrows, and she doesn't explode. This trap does something she doesn't expect. After a half-second delay, a sprawling area of the floor simply fades away around her.

She plummets straight down into a barely lit hole, and the ceiling fizzles back into view above her, blocking her exit.

Tavia screams, but instead of splatting against the ground, her descent it slowed until she gently rests against a small room with a single torch on the opposite end. It resembles a prison cell, but with no exit in sight, especially with the initial trap reset. Worst of all, she seems to have been placed in a pink liquid that fills the room about a foot up from the ground. She splashes her hands in and out. It seems to have the consistency of ordinary water, and it doesn't have a scent.

It isn't burning her or anything, but given she's sitting, it's soaked her from the stomach down to her toes. She expresses a sound of disgust.

"I'm trapped in a bit of pink dyed water?" she shouts out, but it echoes off the silent walls. "This is nothing! Your dungeon sucks! Oh, am I just going to starve to **** now? How exciting of an encounter. Wow."

She crosses her arms over her breastplate and pouts.

"I don't know how to escape," she thinks. "But I can at least start looking."

Taking hold of her sword, she tries to stand, but her briefly spins. She doesn't know why, but it's difficult to pull up from the liquid. Assuming she hurt herself from falling, she takes a moment longer to rest, but it takes no time at all for things to become clearer. The liquid definitely is behind it.

Her breathing starts to quicken, and her skin grows hot. Colour fills her cheeks and nose as well. With a hand up, she fans her cheek, and looks incredibly confused.

"It's not hot in here," she thinks. "Why am I so hot? And I--No. There's no way."

Bringing a hand over the front of her skirt, she flushes completely. Her nethers tingle. Somehow, she's starting to get aroused, but she doesn't know why. There's nothing in here... except for the pool she's sitting in. Quickly, she yanks herself up, but her knees wobble and she nearly buckles back down. Her hands instinctively grab hold of the front of her womanhood as it burns hotter, like it's begging for attention. Her jaw lowers as she pants like an overheating dog, but it isn't ice that she wants. It's release.

"I'm not getting horny. No way. This isn't happening. Aah~... No, no..."

It builds fast. Only a minute passes from her landing to the moment of a building passion between her legs. She bites her lip and tries with all of her willpower to resist masturbating right here in this cell, but it's becoming incredibly difficult. She's strong, however, and holds back, but unfortunately for her, that isn't the issue. Her thighs press together and she drops to her knees, once again becoming submerged to her waist.

Her lips quiver. Her inhales stutter. Without even touching herself, an orgasm is building, and fast! Not knowing what to do, she clenches her teeth and focuses as much as she can, but the pink water is pushing her closer and closer to climax.

"What kind of trap--Aaahh~!"

Her quiet whispered moans become more audible, and they quickly reach a crescendo. She squeaks as her body shudders aggressively, and soon enough, she orgasms.

Tavia falls back into the water with a splash, gasping, and holding herself just above to breath. It isn't deep enough to even remotely drown her, but her entire body now is soaking, and with more than just the magic substance.

"No," she whispers. "Not again. Oh no."

Given she's still wet with the pink water, the heat comes again, but this time, her nipples and breasts burn with desire as well. She got them wet! In a panic, she claws at her metal breastplate, but her entire body is now surging with sexual desire. Closer. Closer. Again, she cums, but now even harder than before, as even her tits throb with delight.

"N-No~. I gotta take this off," she mutters as she tears loose her armour.

Now playing with her chest, and sliding fingers under her belt, she joins the magical pleasure with her own. She can no longer resist. This time, she's brought to an orgasm much faster. It's bad, but she now realises that it's much worse. She can't leave the room, but she can't even leave the liquid! She's stuck in this substance that makes her hot and bothered to the point of climax with no visible way to escape.

After awhile, she can't remember how many times she's came. Will she be here forever? Will this dungeon make her a **** for all eternity? She's been beaten. And now, she's being **** to orgasm over, and over, and over again. There's simply no place in the room where she can stop touching the water and dry off.