Erotic Dungeon Crawl

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This story is actually only one in a fantasy world called Absoterra slowly being fleshed out as each story continues. Other stories in the world include: Steamy Stories from Another World | A New World! Your Party of Hopeless Hotties | Thank You, Demon King!

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The village of Nichonia is one of quaint, ordinary traditions. Its population is low, much of it consisting of farmers and other simple commoners, but its main road is worked well due to the influx of travellers that come mostly to pass straight through. The populace itself does not hold adventurers, or even many types beyond humans, but adventures stop at the local inn for food and rest, and once in awhile, they stay to aid with problems such as goblins or bandits. Or goblin bandits. Because of this, they sometimes see more famous warriors, wizards, archers, and such. The current day is one of those days.

Lo and behold, the great and beautiful dungeoneer Tavia! Everybody knows her sandy brown hair, those thigh-high boots, the dangerously low-cut breastplate, and her black miniskirt. She also wears a red cape, shoulderplates, bracers beneath metal wrist-guards, and a raven ribbon cutely tied through her back-length hair. At least, she assumes so. In her mind, she's the greatest, and nobody will ever be greater.

There are plenty that adore her, especially the men that lose themselves in her bright yellow eyes, the cleavage of her tightly bound C-cup breasts, or when a miraculous breeze wafts in, showing her shining cheeks covered only by a thin pair of white undergarments. Truthfully, wearing skimpy armour is not in itself strange in this world, because this particular fantasy land is amazing. Many others do as well. Perhaps it's a fashion trend. Either way, it isn't how she dresses that turn some people off, but her cocky and rude attitude towards others.

Tavia swings open the Backway Inn's front doors and scans the bustling room for her target, and after a moment, she proceeds to the front counter to speak with the keeper working behind the bar's counter.

"Make way!" Tavia shouts, a hand on the pummel of her sheathed blade. "I heard the people of Nichonia were having a problem nobody else could solve, and so, I've come all this way to prove myself against such a challenge. Perhaps I'll finally find a task worth trying."

A shy, short haired girl shifts to the side and mutters, "I was here first..."

"What did you say?" replies Tavia. "Get out of here. I have important business with this man."

Behind the counter is an older man--balding, with a short white beard. He looks up from the mug he was wiping clean, but struggles to do so. His vision halts at her midriff, and then again at her firm, round breasts almost reaching out towards him. Finally, like it's a challenge in itself, he looks to her beautiful face instead.

"Oh... Oh! Yes. The ERO Dungeon. We call it that because it's an Extremely Risky Obstacle in the way of our village's expansion. None who've entered have returned."

"Well, stop whining about it. I'm going to go take care of it, because I'm the Great Dungeoneer, Tavia. I assume you've heard of me," she gloats with a squeeze of her sword's scabbard.

She pushes her chest out proudly, and the tavern keeper's eyes wobble along with them.

"Are you certain, ma'am?" he mutters, and clears his throat. "It truly might be too dangerous for anybody. We might need to seek aid with the king's men to form a full on against it. Truthfully, we don't even know what's ins--"

"Enough," Tavia interrupts. "I said I can handle it. So tell me where it is, and I'll defeat it, once again proving I'm the best there is at everything."

From a tiny, enchanted pouch on her belt located directly beside her scabbard, she pulls out a scroll and presses it flat on the counter. It's a map of the land. Bending over it, she looks the man directly into his struggling eyes with a pouting and frustrated face.

"Draw where it is on here," she says.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," he replies, stuttering. "Right away. Please, just don't run into too much trouble on our behalf."

After he scribbles a mark on her map, she tucks it away and shrugs.

"I'm not doing it for you. This is a personal challenge. Now, I have that to attend to, so goodbye for now, barkeep."

With that, she turns and walks away--her skirt whipping left and right just a couple inches past a length too dangerous to wear. She pushes herself through the inn's doors and makes her way back to the streets. Tavia pulls out her map and eyes it over, stows it away, and simply begins walking in that direction. This is the purpose for her coming here, after all, so she's already prepared for the ERO Dungeon. At least, that's what she believes.