The Labyrinth!

Some time later, the three adventurers awake. Slowly at first, but with an increasing sense of urgency as they lever themselves off the cold, damp floor only to discover that they have been separated. You smile. It is always a pleasure to watch your toys' first reactions to the labyrinth that you've been secretly constructing over the past few years. It really is your magnum opus. Entombed deep underground below your residence, this formidable maze extends many miles in every direction, so complex in its design that you would not fancy your own chances of escaping it were you to find yourself in the unenviable position of being trapped inside. Thick granite walls flank corridors that go on without end, packed earth ceiling arcs high overhead and black, soil crunches underfoot. The entire complex is bathed in a disconcerting pale light emanating from torches hung at regular intervals. The glow, the result of colourless, soundless magical flames, is rather weak, leaving many poorly-lit spaces in-between. There is little noise, even though the smallest mutter can be amplified many times over by the oppressive environment. In spite of this, the girls, whilst individually isolated, are most certainly not alone.

Back in your tower, you lean over a large seeing glass erected in the middle of a grand antechamber. Most of the time, you use this valuable bauble to spy on your enemies from afar. Occasionally, it even serves to reinforce your innate ability of projection. Aided by the glass, you are capable of manipulating the people and objects displayed before you with sinister ease. In the labyrinth, this unusual and frightening ability takes on an even more insidious purpose. Eager to bear witness to the punishment of these foolish adventurers yourself, nay, **** to inflict it upon them in person, the monsters you have collected in the depths are yours to command. Their eyes and their limbs are yours to assume, should you desire. And as for the delectable morsels that now find themselves lost in the dim light of your dungeon, well, their bodies are now yours to enjoy at your leisure. You peer into a dark mirror encased within a column of obsidian and observe as purple wisps swirl momentarily in front of you before coalescing into harsh, pristine images.

You make out the figure of a woman.