Of course you agree…

“Very well. It certainly sounds better than sit in this dungeon for the rest of my existence… and that I will get a go at the players, so much the better.”

“Good, good! Your hate has made you powerful. Now, fulfill your destiny and take your fathe- ehm, that is, take your place at my side! Hahahahahaha!”

“…”

“OK, my loyal minion! Listen carefully, because I will say it only once!” Then flame… Helia, bent forward and started whispering conspiratorially. “Do you, Decrepit Armor, the first and lowest of bosses,” that actually hurt you “accept me – the goddess of sun and justice, hammer on in unjust, protector of innocents, bane of criminals, blind justice and equally blind executioner, punisher of the wicked, equalizer of justice, heir to Hawkeye Pierce and Trapper Mcintyre… etc. ect. and all the other 25 547 titles, goddess Helia as your deity?”

“…alright.” You really wonder if following that unstable AI is a good idea, but you don’t really have any other perspectives.

“Great! Tutorial time! First, to leave this location you need a player” here flame points - and you start worrying about your mental health, when you are unsurprised to see a flame pointing – at the **** player. “Now, bottoms up!”

You would sight… but it just ain’t worthy.

You walk up to female and start… well, dressing her in yourself? That sounds little weird, but that’s what you do. When you are wea- ok, when she is finally wearing you, something happened – you changed.

Your boots now had heels… high heels, to be exact. Your chest plate shrank and covers only heroine’s breasts… leaving highly visible cleavage. Your leg armour detached from your groin armour and is now held by straps connected to belt around player’s waist, which in turn is held by straps connected to… what is left of your chest plate. Your groin protector changed into tongs… no into T-back strings, not even a G-strings, but T-back strings! Your neck protector changed into a collar which held, with straps both, your arms and chest plate… fortunately your arms and helmet didn’t change shape… only size to fit the player.

You look at this changes, lost in your thought. Finally you turn to Helia and calmly-

“WHAT DID YOU DO!?” scream at her.

“Oh dear… I forgot about this.”

“What did you forgot about?!” You are still not calm.

“Well, the conventional armours went out of style and every female armour is now be default a bikini armour. You just changed to match it.”

“I’m wide open!”

“Don’t worry about the heroine-”

“I don’t care about that meat-bag! My straps are so tin… any opponent I will face will cut it with ease and I will fall apart!”

“Oh, stop panicking. No matter how you look your stats are the same… and you can change back any time you take off the player.”

That’s true… but you don’t like it.

“Now listen carefully, with player inside you, you can easily leave this place… especially now, that you are smaller.”

“I could just shrunk myself!” you protest.

“An where’s the fun in that? Also having player inside you gives makes you an unique prison. You can control your body and so you can make her life harder… I will leave it to your imagination. You can also mingle with other heroes in that form… you only need to make sure that she doesn’t call for help. Finally… well” the flame shrugs apologetically “I cannot give you my blessing for nothing, you need to work for it.” Why are you not surprised. “You need to deliver 10 capital punishments before I can bless you - and they need to follow the letter of the law. With that said, I will be going – have fun!”

And the flame was gone.

So she basically only left you with an obvious way of how to walk out of the building and vague promises for the future…

You sight and walk out of the building. The village shows no signs of life. You growl. The heroine killed everyone – every NPC and every monster present.