A loft on the edge of a spralwing city

Completely gone are the drab stone walls and stale air from before. Instead you are surrounded by wooden beams and plaster, with sunlight streaming in from an open window to your left. You can even hear birds singing outside.

"When did... How did you..." your voice trails off as a dozen questions swirl through your head all at once.

"I told you," Catrya replies with a smile, "I have full control of every part of my dungeon."

You get out of bed and step over to the window. For a moment you forget that you're still completely naked as you look out over scattered buildings which slowly get denser and denser as you look further out. "But this isn't part of your dungeon," you observe. "We must be on the other side of the continent!"

Catrya chuckles at your astonishment. "We are! Oh, how I love it here," she muses as she joins you at the window. "There are times I've been enjoying the sights here that I forget I'm not mortal." She looks out the window wistfully, for now completely forgetting that she never actually answered your question.

You stare blankly at her until she finally catches on, raising her eyebrows and gasping before bouncing to the opposite side of the room and what looks to be the door to the rest of the building. "See here?" she asks as she lightly knocks on the door frame. You rub your eyes to adjust them back to the dimmer environment away from the window. When you open them again, it immediately becomes obvious what she is pointing out. Carved into the top half of the door is a massive, intricate design that looks vaguely familiar to you.

You stop for several seconds, trying to place where you've seen this design before. After Catrya decides you've been thinking for long enough, she gives you a hint by pointing at your midsection. You look down and immediately put it in together. The same design is displayed below your navel! "Oh, it's your mark!" You gasp.

"Yes!" Catrya replies. "Anywhere I inscribe my mark and imbue my power," she continues, "becomes part of my dungeon."

You put your hand on her mark above your womb. "So that means I-"

"Oh no, my sweet," Catrya interrupts, crossing the room in an instant. She embraces you with one arm and puts her other hand over her mark on your skin. "This is a different incantation - a much more powerful one. We share something incredibly special now." She steps over to the window again, leaning on the sill and gazing out on the calm landscape. "Now then, what shall we do together on this peaceful day?"