The oppressive, sultry air of Dragona’s dungeon seemed to thrum with anticipation as you crept through the labyrinthine halls. You had successfully fended off a mimic and a few fairies, but you couldn't rest on your laurels, as anything could strike in this unforgiving landscape. Despite the increased vigilance, a shadow darted from above, as a feminine figure dropped with feline precision, pinning you flat against the cold stone floor, clattering your weapon and protective gear. Her body pressed down deliberately, her chest grinding against your crotch with a wicked smirk. The glint of her dagger flashed inches from your balls, her purple eyes burning with a mix of hunger and cruel amusement.

“Well, well, looks like some little lamb wandered into the wolf’s den,” Rafile purred, her voice low and rough, laced with mocking delight. She shifted her hips, emphasizing her dominance, the lewd energies of the dungeon amplifying her depraved intent. “You should mindful to look up next time... I wasn't even hiding well...~.” Her blade traced a slow, threatening path around your pubic region, her lips curling in a sneer. “Let’s see how you fare when you’re helpless beneath me. Scream, beg, or just lie there and take it—makes no difference to me. Either way, I’m taking what I want.”