Go left.

"Let's try this way," you decide as you gesture a hand towards the leftmost pathway. Anastasia nods, and she follows closely behind as you carefully march in that direction. It snakes left and right, as if carved long ago by water that lingers now only as a damp floor, though you wonder if it still runs through here. You'd rather not find out. It continues on for a distance, and eventually it begins to decline.

You worry now. Heading farther down may not be what you want. Either way, you stick with it.

As you proceed, the scent becomes more obvious. Even Anastasia seems to be sniffing. It's like flowers, though more synthetic, and it's mixed with the smell of damp stone and stagnant air. It definitely isn't the greatest. Though on the bright side, you can still see, and the pathway hasn't branched off again. You eventually are led into an opening, one perhaps almost as wide as where you first awakened, though without any sort of cliffside or varying elevations. It's perfectly flat, and nearly circular.

A figure lurks ahead like a shadow in the dimness of the glowing fungi. You only see their hooded cloak from behind.

You wiggle your fingers, as if aching for your sword to hold. "Hey," you call out to grab their attention.

A feminine giggle echoes out from ahead. She speaks. "It looks like I have company. Shall I say hello? It's been far too long. My body aches for another's touch, and it sounds to me like a man has entered our chamber. Do you think he'll find me attractive?" It seems she's talking to herself, as nobody else is present. "I hope I have my face on right."

So I was smelling her perfume I reckon. But who is she?

The figure turn. She gasps in surprise upon seeing your naked bodies. Though in return, you look just as surprised, and Anastasia makes a far more audible noise. You can't blame her, as what you see ahead is a robed, walking set of bone. Only vacant holes stare back at you from an old, worn skull. She's a skeleton. She wields a rotting wooden wand as well. As if to tend to a long set of hair that isn't present, she casts off her hood and runs a hand back down along her skull. Then, she runs a thumb along eyebrows that don't exist.

"It looks like you're as ready as I am," the skeleton says. She may have no eyeballs, but you can feel her gaze, especially down at your manhood. "So why don't we get started? Ah. Your concubine may join as well. I don't mind sharing."

"C-Concubine?!" Anastasia shouts. She puts a foot down forward, and awkwardly attempts to take a powerful position against the undead threat while also covering up her body. "You won't have us, foul creature. Prepare to be freed from your torment. Your husk. My name is Anastasia Phairgem, proud cleric of Varat."

The skeleton giggles. "Proud cleric you say, though you're certainly not without sin."

"Th-This is not my doing. And I can fight you, even without my armour."

Mana rises up the skeletons body as she flicks her wand forward. "Oh? If you're not here to fuck me, then I suppose I'll slay you were you stand. Then maybe you'll come back, and we'll be able to clack our bones together every night for eternity. Magic Bolt!"

As the quick, mighty blast of magic wizzes by, you and Anastasia break and dodge in opposite directions.

Anastasia raises her hands at least, baring her body to the world. Her face is still flushed, and it's taking all her strength to do so, but she still manages to cast a spell of her own. "Celestial," she mutters as a divine glow radiates from her skin. "Blast!" Then from her fingers, a wave of gold and white careens towards her target like a meteor of radiant flames.

"Ward!" retorts the skeleton. She brings her wand and other hand up to create a field of energy to absorb much of the attack. Though straight after the Celestial Blast fizzles, and the Ward drops, she reels back and shakes her hands as if her fingers are burning. Then quickly, she reaches into her robe and withdraws a small, long pink crystal, and while her wand remains locked upon Anastasia, this new item points at you. "Be careful how you move next, my naked foes. This item here can be used only once, but if the energy strikes you, then you won't stop orgasming for... Well, honestly I'm not sure. I would grin if I still had lips."

"Th-That's--" Anastasia backs up. Even if it's not aimed at her, the idea terrifies her. But then she furls her brow and clenches her teeth. "You don't scare me, monster of undeath."

You squint at the skeleton. "So shoot it at me then," you say, stepping forwards.

"Aha! Oh I will," the skeleton boasts. "You'll cover my floor with your seed. So much so that you'll run out, and you'll wish it would stop."

"I won't run out. You hit me with that, and you'll get covered, and if what you say is true, you'll drown in it."

She laughs. "What a silly idea. Do you think you have so much cum, that you would defeat me with it?"

"Try me," you say again, subtly moving forwards once more.

The crystal quietly rings to the tapping of skeletal fingers. Then, it's squeezed. An incredibly bright light, made worse by your eyes being used to the dimness, shines out a moment before a mighty blast of energy comes forth. The crystal turns to dust, but the magic has been unleashed, and it's coming straight towards you. At this distance, most couldn't dodge, and while you may or may not be able to do so, that doesn't matter. Your plan is something else.

You hold up your hand, and just as suddenly as it appeared, the beam is sucked into your ring.

"... Huh?" the skeleton reacts, and then she screams.

"Bind Undead!" Anastasia calls out.

Golden light surrounds the skeleton as she's suddenly frozen in place. Smoke wafts up from her bones as the power begins to pull the very soul from its host. She bends back, and you start to see the figure of a woman stretch upwards like water vapour trying to rise. As much as she tries to resist, the magic is too strong, though she's also not exorcized yet. Something is wrong.

The cleric purses her lips. "She's strong... and I don't have my censer either. Finish her off, Kyle."

You lunge forwards and grab the skeleton by the spine just beneath her skull. "I don't need a magic item to do what you threatened. Now liberate yourself from this torturous existence, and ascend to wherever it is you go upon ****. Be free. Pleasure!"

The moment you cast the spell, the skeleton moans with delight. She can't move, and it seems that only makes it more exciting.

"Pleasure!" you repeat. "Pleasure!"

Even within the magical bindings, it seems the skeleton is able to fidget and writhe, with so much pleasure spilling over that she can hardly contain herself--literally, as her soul is beginning to leave her body at last. With one final moan that echoes loudly down the chamber, a beautiful, elegant figure is flung into the air. She has a smile of satisfaction on her face, and as she floats to the ceiling, she looks back at you with contentment. "Thank you," she whispers one more time before disappearing beyond the stone.

The spell ends, and the skeleton crumbles to pieces.

You dust off your hands. "Perfect teamwork," you say.

Anastasia stares dumbfounded. "Th-That wasn't exorcism..."

"Technically it was."

She sinks back again, and then in a rapid movement, remembers she's naked and conceals herself. Then she smiles. "I guess we do make a pretty good team," she admits. "You're full of surprises too. Thank you, Kyle. I feel safer at your side."

You touch a hand to your signet ring, pondering the power you have stored within. "Come on then. Let's keep moving. We gotta find at least one other person soon."