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This isn't right. The cave should have stopped by now, at least if your source spoke true. A short trip through the dank, dry system, then hook a left before the river. Stop if you encounter some ruins, you've gone to far and the creatures that dwell within are too powerful.
So, then. Why are you looking at a fog-wall?
While they're not always dangerous, chances are something big, mean and scary rests beyond. It always feels weird, the way the wind caresses your ear as you lean against it. Nothing but the sounds of nature hit you, hardly setting you at ease.
Fuck it, you're not turning back now. A quick tap of your hip confirms your sword is still very much in place, jerking your shoulder as you take your shield in hand. Stepping into the fog, your vision blurs, only for the walls to dissipate and reveal more cave.
Sort of.
Dark and a little gloomy, it's as claustrophobic as before. Only this time, you spy eight passages before you, all of them blocked by more fog walls. What's more, you feel a sharp pain shoot through your skull as you step forward, shield splintering into a dozen pieces as your sword dissolves into a fine mist.
“The fuck?” you mutter, stretching out your hands and seeing your gauntlets fade.
If only that were all, shivering as the cold hits you. No armour. No clothes. Hells, not even a scrap of fabric to keep your nether region hidden. Completely defenceless, the last thing you want as red mist swirls around a spot in the ground, right in the centre of the room.
A beautiful woman appears. Busty and wearing a fine gown, she smiles your way despite muscles tensing.
“Do not fear,” she begins in a whisper, words almost magically reaching your ears. “You've stumbled upon a trial, one I hope you conquer.”
“Without weapons?” you scoff. “Without armour?”
“You do not require such things,” she assures you, lightly shaking her head. With a broad, sweeping motion, she gestures to the fog walls behind her. “You will understand; simply choose your route.”
“And if I refuse?”
That soft, loving smile turns sinister, a flash of teeth all she needs to send a chill down your spine. “There is one way to find out.”
Maybe she's bluffing, but given your current state; you'd rather not test her. “Understood,” you relent with a sigh. “I submit to your trials.”
“Excellent.” How easily she turns friendly anew, once more gesturing to the many fog walls. “Step up, champion.”
While you could pick any, you naturally head to the leftmost option. Etched in stone beside the fog are simply terms. Best breasts, best pussy, best ass and best oral. Such an odd series of things to see written down. They certainly don't dissuade you, taking a deep breath as you plunge into the fog...