Turn the fight around.

With a click, Snow removes the strange cuffs of Regine's manacles. The other two are best left to their own devices. Crissa is continuing to squirm on the man's face, and you'd rather not watch what's happening with Tenner's body. Their rogue, however, is now free. She rubs her wrists and thanks the catfolk who saved her. When she grins, you can see her canines are pronounced, and there's a strange hunger in her eyes you can't yet explain. She's hiding something.

You don't need to keep guessing for long.

Thick fur erupts from her skin as her face contorts into a canine snout. Her body transforms to be not only a few feet taller, but a merging between that of a human and a wolf. Still bound by leather, Regine howls so loud that the echoes from the chamber hurt your ears. Then not to waste anymore time, she leaps on all fours to sink deadly claws into the Prison Princess' nearest flesh. She scratches and bites, dealing an abundance of damage, though without any precision or tact--a state of berserk.

Then at last, Snow uses another key to free Tenner. Unlike you, she watches with some interest, though she knows there are more important things to observe. She nocks one of Dajy's special arrows into her bow, and lets it fly.

One of the quickest-moving tentacles knocks it out of the air before it can land.

"Uh. Probably for the best!" you call out. "Filling that thing with lust would probably make things worse."

Snow bows her head. "You're right. Apologies."

"Can you open all the prison cells, on both floors?"

"Consider it done."

This creature is clearly some weird eldritch horror from beyond the material plane, just like the illidrake I had to fight. It can read minds, and has a seemingly infinite amount of tentacles to fight with. But it's still alive. Surely it can only take so much damage. Even now, I can feel it. You may be able to peer into people's thoughts, but my enhanced senses were a gift from Feli. I know you're afraid. You didn't think you'd have to fight people as strong as us, and you can't hold on much longer. Right?

I wonder if, despite her appearance now, she's still a girl.

Tenner stutters out, "W-Wait. Lady, Jamson... Where are you taking me? I must fight, and--"

"Oh please. You can barely walk. With how pent up you've been, I bet I can get you up again in no time." Speaking rather differently now, Crissa pulls the man by his wrist back through the door where you first entered. Though still broken by Niki, they close it behind them.

You sprint forwards.

"Niki, boost!" you shout.

She turns to you, and then forwards as she squats down, holding her shield up like a platform.

You jump and plant your feet firmly on the metal. "Now, try and shine your light on it!"

"Got it." Niki then thrusts her strength upwards.

That paired with your own, you leap towards the chandeliers and activate your Boots of Herbes for additional airtime. You drift so close to the candles that you could reach up and grab them, though you don't need to wait much longer.

Niki then points her shield forwards. A beacon of red light emits from it, and shines into the middle of the writhing flesh.

And boy does it writhe more after that.

You hear a deep, reverberating moan as all the tentacles lash about in every direction. In this moment, perhaps she's even more dangerous than before. Stones break from the walls and crash to the ground, and Regine is thrown all the way to the back dresser. Though despite the chaos, the plan is working. The Prison Princess is experiencing an overwhelming amount of sexual stimulation, though you look down to see an even better outcome than you thought. The tendrils spread open gradually from the center, opening up a slit right where you can see. There's one specific area you mark as your target. Then, you release the effects of your boots.

Power from all your allies flows into your body. The pink flames on your sword burn so high that they leave a meteor-like trail in your wake as you plummet with the tip pointed down towards your foe. You crackle with an almost overwhelming amount of energy, just from the five others you have nearby, but Lauo can't help but feel the effects of the aroused eldritch beast as well. Then near the top of the opened slit, you plunge your blade right into a protruding bud, and upon contact, the creature screams, and in a volume beyond one to merely hurt one's ears. The sound shudders through the minds of everybody within the chamber. You feel a sharp pain in your head, but otherwise, your attack was a success.

The tendrils pull inward. Though slower this time, the Prison Princess transforms in reverse. Her body folds in, eventually shaping into a bikini-clad, pink-haired human yet again. She lays flat on her back in the center of the room with you standing overhead--sword blazing. She's lost, and she knows there's nothing she can do.

But Regine is still feral. She snarls and sprints towards you.

Just as she does, Niki shines her shield's light on her. The werewolf falls back, whimpering and growling, until her fur gradually disappears, and she becomes a human as well, squirming and flailing near the closest bars with a knuckle between her teeth.

Thanks to Snow, most of the doors have been opened now. Other prisoners are making their way cautiously down.

"So we aren't killing her?" Niki asks.

"Mm. Doesn't feel right somehow."

"Can I at least tie her up?"

"By all means."

While everybody gathers near the door, they hear strange noises from the other side--intense grunting and booming moans. Tenner and Crissa seem to be on the other side, working out many weeks of pent-up aggression. Perhaps it's best to let them finish before you depart back that direction. So you and the others gather what you can, while Niki picks the Prison Princess up from the ground, straightens the bar Crissa was once bound to, and does the same with her.

"Look what I found!" Eva calls out, running around the room--floor still slimy. She nearly falls, but Niki catches her.

"Careful."

"You're the reckless one."

"What did you find?"

She grins wickedly.

Though the erotic sounds outside the door fade, they're replaced by another. Your party leaves the Prison Princess hanging by her wrists, though not just by ropes. The manacles that were keeping Regine from transforming before may or may not work in the same way for her, but it's worth a try. Bound further are her legs, with something withdrawn from her dresser squeezed between them--a long, carved stone that vibrates upon getting wet, and that requirement is no problem. She moans and pleads for freedom, but instead she's kept there to orgasm over and over again until one of her allies comes to retrieve her.