One of the side rooms on her left

Christina slowly pushed open one of the doors, leading to a darken bedchamber. She took a few steps in and squinted, trying to see what it contained. Unlike the rest of the castle so far, this room seemed recently used, with a lack of dust and an unmade bed. On a table Christina saw various beakers and books, as if someone was studying here. So this castle is occupied she thought to herself as she approached the table, trying to see what the books were. Christina was not a well-read woman, having preferred training in the barracks to studying in the libraries. To her the books were completely foreign, filled with charts and runes; the few words she could make out were non-sensical to her. Witchcraft? she wondered to herself.

The woman almost jumped when she heard the door slam behind her. She whipped around and drew her sword, looking for a foe. For a moment she saw nothing, only the darkness. “Well now, aren’t you a cute one?” a sultry voice said. As if she glided through the darkness, another woman appeared. She was dressed in all black, a slim, flowery gown, cut in a way to show off her thighs. Her skin was pale but covered in tattoos, details runes and symbols decorating her body. The women had long, jet back hair and matching black lipstick, all of which contrasted her white skin. She was both tall and curvy, her hips in particular looking full and alluring. She walked with a sway in her rear, like a woman who knew how to seduce.

Christina could tell that the woman had ill intent and didn’t waste anytime defending herself. She darting forward, preparing to slash at the woman....and then felt like she hit a wall. She dropped her sword and grabbed her head, as if she hit it hard on some concrete. “Tsk tsk tsk,” the witch taunted. “Looks like someone is trapped.” She was dazed and took her a few seconds before Christina saw the magical circle she was standing on. She reached out, attempting to cross the line, found that she physically couldn’t extend past the circle’s radius. “Like a spider in my web,” the woman muttered as she paced around the heroine, like she was stalking some prey.