Mansion of Madness! - Chapter 8

One by one, the five of them slid down the side of the soap-serpent, their feet producing sharp smacks that echoed through the vast interior of the Mansion’s wine cellar. Freiren, curious, sent her light a little higher, illuminating the gigantic stone arches supporting its ceiling. The place seemed more like an ancient tomb than cellar she’d ever been in, the barrels more like sarcophagi than casks. Drawing her light back, she shivered. She only hoped it wasn’t foreshadowing.

As Samus slid down to join the rest of them, their swimsuits started to sparkle again. “Oh,” said Freiren. “I suppose the spell is wearing off now we’re out of the bathroom.” With a final flash, their swimsuits reverted to their original costumes, leaving Freiren adjusting her yellow cap and Samus pinching her bunny ears, while Erza tugged at her top with a sigh. 

Baka giggled as her own bikini turned back into a witch’s dress. “Phew!” she said, smoothing it out. “I was getting kinda chilly, nya.” 

Gura’s outfit, of course, remained largely the same. For some reason, she kept her floaties though. “Are you kidding me?!” Struggling and failing to tear them off, she finally settled for stomping in frustration. “Now what do we do?!” 

Frieren heard a pop and a hiss and turned to see Erza deflating Nicole. “We carry on, like we have been,” she said. “Either we find Mahou and force her to release us. Or we find a way out.” She popped Weiss’s nipple-caps as well. The two escapees-turned-pooltoys produced a loud hiss as their assets shriveled back to a more reasonable size. 

Gura folded her arms, looking unconvinced, but Samus nodded in agreement. 

Freiren, meanwhile, sent her werelight behind them, revealing a giant stone wall, large as a house. “It doesn’t seem as if we can go this way,” she said. “So our only option is…” She sent the light flitting back over them, straight ahead into the dark.

“Yay,” said Gura.

*

It took a few minutes for Weiss and Nicole to deflate, and a few minutes more for the five of them to fold them up. Finally, Erza threw Nicole’s purse over her shoulder, and they set off, following Freiren’s light into the dark. The clack of their footsteps rolled through the chamber like the tolling of an ancient clock as it counted down the seconds of their lives.

The minutes passed in silence. Gura huddled close to Freiren, shivering, while Erza and Samus’s eyes snapped from left to right, expecting an attack at any second. When one didn’t come, it only made them more paranoid.

Just as Freiren dared to think they might actually get through it unopposed, her elven ears picked up a faint breathing.

“Shtop,” said an imposing voice. A pair of bright, yellow eyes glinted at them from the dark.

The five of them froze, expecting the attack to come at any moment. When it didn’t, Freiren sent her light a little farther ahead, revealing a gigantic stone gate, like something out of a Pharoah’s tomb, and above it…

“Who–” Hic! “–who goesh there, nya…?” 

Atop the gate lay a darker-skinned catgirl in Egyptian dress, a pair of cheap feathered wings stapled to her back, looking like she’d been at a Halloween party where someone had spiked the punch bowl. A half-empty bottle of wine lay at her side, and as they watched, she snatched it up and down its contents before tossing it aside with a tremendous crash. Collapsing, she rested her head on her paws and moaned. “I shaid, who–” Hic! “–who goesh there, nya?” 

“Um, us?” said Baka. 

“Huh?” The catgirl pushed herself up and leaned forward and squinted at them. “Oh, it’sh jusht nyou…” She lay back down with a sigh. “Well, whatever.” 

“Excuse me,” said Erza, clearly struggling to be polite. “Is this the exit?” 

“Nyeah,” said the catgirl, after a shecond. “And nyo, nyou can’t passh, nya. Nyot unless I shay–” Hic! “–so.” 

“Why not?” whined Gura. “Who the hell are you?!” 

“I’m the–” Hic! “–the Drinx,” said the Drinx, fumbling for another bottle. “I guard the gate, nya. It’sh my job.” She took another long swig and exhaled a fruity sigh. “Nyaaaah… If nyou wanna pass, nyou’ll have to solve my riddle, nya.” 

“‘Man’,” said Freiren. “It’s ‘man’.” 

The Drinx squinted at her. “What? What doesh that mean?” 

“‘What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?’” said Freiren. “Isn’t that your riddle?”

“Huuuuuuuuuuh?” The Drinx looked like she’d never heard anything so stupid. “Nyo. That’s sho dumb. Who–” Hic! “–what kinda man grows a third leg in the evening? Actually, wait. Nyo, I can shee that.” She giggled. “Oh nyeah, I can definitely shee–” Hic! “–that.”  

“Well, what is your riddle then?” said Samus, struggling to hide her impatience.

The Drinx picked up an empty bottle and inspected it with a shigh. “Well, I call it a riddle, but it’s really more of a drinking game, nya. The game is: can nyou drink a full glassh of Mahou’s ‘wine’ without being transformed? If nyou can, nyou get to passh. If nyou don’t…!”

“If you don’t…?!” said Gura.

“Nyou get transhformed.” The Drinx shrugged. “Any takersh, nya?” 

The five of them turned to one another. “What do we do?!” cried Gura. 

“It sounds like we don’t have much of a choice but to go through with it,” said Samus.

“We could attack her,” whispered Erza. 

With a bang like cannonfire, one of the casks behind them exploded. “Hah!” cried the Drinx, lowering her arm. “Almost…! I’m gonna get nyou one day, nyou nyasty little greebles, nyou…” Hic!  

“Or we could nyot,” said Baka, trembling in fear.

Erza released a deep sigh. “You’re right,” she said. “We don’t have any choice.” Turning back, she took the lead. “Alright,” she said, looking up imperiously. “We’ll play your game.” 

“Really?” said the Drinx, sounding like she didn’t care either way. “Okay. Cool. Well, there are some glasshes down there by the taps, nya. Just pick a cashk nyou like the look of, and get drinking. Once nyou’re shloshed–and if nyou’re shtill, nyou know, the shame–I’ll open the gate, nya.” Hic! 

“It’s that simple?” 

“It’s that shimple.” 

“Do we all have to pass?” asked Freiren. 

The Drinx inspected a claw as she thought about this. “Hmmm… Nyah, I guessh nyot. Sho long as one of nyou finishes nyour glass, I’ll let nyou all through, nya.” 

“What’s in these casks, anyway?” said Gura, watching the contents of the one the Drinx had broken drip down to the floor and into the drain–it was bright green and bubbly, worryingly acid-like in appearance. “It doesn’t look like wine to me.” 

The Drinx shrugged. “She callsh it wine, but it’sh really just her potionsh. She likes to keep it down here in these casks for the ashthetic. Shays it ages it, but I really think it jusht goesh rancid.” 

“Lovely,” said Samus. 

“How should we pick?” asked Erza, looking around. There were surrounded by casks–it was like trying to pick between trees in a forest. 

“Does it even matter?” said Gura. 

“Wait,” said Frieiren. “There might be something in here that can help.” Retrieving Mahou’s Big Book of Narratively-Convenient Spells, she opened it to the index, licked her finger and– “Ah, here we go. The ‘Identify Which of the Wine Cellar’s Drinks Are Safe to Drink’ Spell. 

“...Sounds helpful,” said Samus. 

“Unless it’s all unsafe,” said Gura, miserably.

Flipping to the appropriate page, Freiren started to chant. Soon, the tome’s pages flickered and flashed with prismatic flames, which flew from the paper in three bright comets, spiraled around the room, and–

<SKILL CHECK: FREIREN - INTELLIGENCE AND WISDOM …FAIL!>

–finally slammed into three casks nearby: one dripping red and marked with a demon’s face, one dripping blue and marked with a slime, and one dripping yellow and masked with a fox’s tail. 

Freiren closed the book with a frown. “Well, there we are,” she said. “If we’re going to do this, we should try these.” 

“Are we sure they’re safe?” said Gura. 

Freiren could only shrug. “The spell says they are. We don’t have anything better to go on.” 

Erza moved first. Snatching a glass from beside the cask with the demon’s face, she held it under the tap, pulled the lever, and held it till her glass was brimming with a burning red liquid. 

“Intereshting choice,” said the Drinx, looking down on them. 

Samus went next. She approached the tank bearing the image of a slime and held her glass under the tap till it was full of a thick, light blue liquid, almost like slime in itself. She sniffed it, looking distinctly unconvinced. 

Now it was Gura’s turn. Stepping forward, she bit her lip, head snapping from one cask to the next. “Ugh! It’s so hard! I can’t decide!” 

“Nyou could always try mixshing them,” said the Drinx. “That’sh always–” Hic! “–fun.”  

After a moment, Gura grabbed a glass and started to fill it with the yellow, fox-stamp ed‘wine’. Halfway through, however, she snatched it away and, biting her lip, stuck it under the blue tap instead. By the time it finished pouring, her drink had become a deep, rich green, like the foliage of a jungle. She pulled back, shaking her glass to make sure it mixed properly. 

Now it was Freiren’s turn. Tucking Mahou’s Big Book under her arm, she approached, grabbed a glass and, after much intense thought, filled it halfway with red wine and halfway with blue. Stepping back, she shook it till it mixed into a deep, regal purple.

Finally, Baka approached. “Er, I guess I’ll try all three, nya. If they’re all safe, den all three should be three time as safe, right?” 

“You got it, Baka,” said Erza, flatly. 

Grinning, Baka hurried to fill her glass. By the time she was done, it was filled with a murky brown substance that, to be frank, looked like it had been scooped straight out of a toilet. It bubbled, making Baka giggle each time one popped. 

Having picked their drinks, the five formed a rough circle and stood, glasses raised, waiting for someone to go first. “Should we make a toast?” said Freiren, when it became clear no one would. 

After a moment, the others nodded. “What should we toast though?” asked Gura. 

“Freedom?” suggested Samus. 

“Our fellow prisoners,” said Erza. 

“A brain,” said Baka. “I want the Wizard to give me a brain. …Courage would be nyice too though, nya.”

“Yeah, that too,” said Gura, staring into her glass as if it were a poison chalice. 

“On the count of three then?” said Frieren. “One… two… To all of those things!” 

“To all of those things,” said the others, throwing back their glasses. 

Freiren winced as her thick, purple ‘wine’ slid down her throat. It felt as if she’d taken a swig of a poison swamp.

“W-wait are we doing it all in one–oh okay,” said Gura, hurrying to catch up. 

 Finally, the last drop slipped through Freiren’s lips. Turning, she slung the glass at the wall with a crash and exhaled a long sigh of relief. 

One by one, the others finished their own, ending at last with Gura, whose glass really looked too large for her in retrospect–by the time she finished, she looked like she’d throw up. 

The rest of them weren’t feeling much better, Freiren including. As the ‘wine’ settled in her stomach, her guts started to bubble and froth like a witch’s cauldron. Shuddering, she bit her lip and tried to stay standing. 

Baka, on the other hand, seemed unaffected. “Wow, that was pretty nyice,” she said, lapping the dregs out of her glass. “I might try a second, actually.” 

“Well?” said Erza, turning back to the Drinx. “Can we pass or not?” 

“Well, nyou cshertaintly finished nyour drinks…” said the Drinx. “But have nyou been affected or nyot? That’s shtill to be–” Hic! “–deshi–deci–to be sheen, nya.” 

Freiren swallowed. “The spell said the drinks would be safe,” she said, but she couldn’t keep the uncertainly out of her voice.

“It did!” said Gura, spinning around, as if in search of people to agree with her. “It did! Didn’t it?” She turned back to Freiren, expression pleading. 

“It did!” repeated Freiren. But as her gut continued to bubble away, she felt increasingly less sure about it. Who knew what ‘safe’ meant to Mahou, anyway? They could be safe and still be affected, couldn’t they? 

Erza’s belly produced a loud rumble of its own. Stumbling, the redhead clutched her chest, head, breathing hard. “Nn~!” she said, screwing her eyes tight. “I feel like I’m on fire.” 

Next to her, Samus lowered herself slowly to the floor, looking like she’d been hit with news so bad it was impossible to stay standing. 

“S-Samus?” said Gura. 

Samus opened her mouth, but when she spoke, her voice emerged at half-speed. “I… do not… feel… very… well…” Her stomach gurgled, loudly. 

Gura and Freiren exchanged a look. “Maybe it was just a little off…?” said the former, hopefully. 

Freiren didn’t know what to say to her.

“If it helps, I feel okay,” said Baka. 

Freiren glowered at her.

Unfortunately, if their drinks had just been a little off, and the issues they were currently experiencing were nothing more than a little tummy ache, they didn’t seem to be ending any time soon. In fact, they were getting worse: soon, Erza dropped to the ground, clutching herself and moaning, so hot her skin was practically red. Samus, meanwhile, rolled onto her side and lay there staring mindlessly at the wall–she, on the other hand, looked like she was suffering from a chill. Her skin had practically turned blue. 

Gura and Freiren weren’t unaffected either: clutching her belly, Gura doubled over and retched, and when she stood again, her face had turned a dark shade of green.

Freiren stared at her. “Gura, your face…?” 

“E-eh?” Gura pinched a cheek and stretched it to so she could see. “Oh my God, I’m literally turning green. I didn’t think that was an actual thing! I thought it was just something that happened in cartoons!” 

Freiren opened her mouth to comfort her, but with every second, it was a little harder to speak. It was like she was suffering from the world’s worst cold, the kind that clogged your nostrils and your throat and left you barely capable of breathing. Her lungs felt as if they’d been stuffed full of cotton. 

Sucking in a deep breath, she coughed, and from her mouth emerged a thick, purple cloud that made Gura leap back in surprise. Floating slowly to the ground, it settled, leaving a noticeably discolored patch on the stonework. 

“Ew,” said the Drinx. 

Heart pounding, Freiren pinched her own cheek and found she was turning lilac. She tried to speak, but her throat felt so thick and full she could barely get a word out. Each time she exhaled, another thick cloud of purple emerged–the stuff was like dust. 

Down on the floor, Erza moaned. Her skin had turned a deep, dark red now, like cooling iron, and something sharp seemed to be poking out of her hair. Finally, she threw back her head in a wild moan of pleasure… 

<SKILL CHECK: ERZA - TOUGHNESS & PERSONALITY …FAIL! >

…and slammed her fingers up her skirt, fighting furiously to get them into her panties. “Nnnn~! Nnnnnnn~! Oh… Oh… Oh… It’s too much! It’s too much!” 

Freiren stared at her in horror: were her boobs getting even bigger?! 

Not a meter away, Samus released a long, low moan, more like whalesong than anything human. Her skin had turned a clear shade of blue now: light as the sky and stranger still, sparkling a little in the werelight. If Freiren looked closer, it even seemed translucent: she was certain she saw bubbles. 

<SKILL CHECK: SAMUS - TOUGHNESS & PERSONALITY …FAIL! >

With a splat, one of Samus’s ears slipped from her head and struck the floor, where it melted into a puddle of clear blue slime. 

Freiren swallowed.

Beside her, Gura dropped to her knees with a moan herself. Or, no–turning back, Freiren found she hadn’t dropped, she’d merely shrunken. With every second, Gura seemed to lose little more of her already rather low height.

What she wasn’t losing was her mass–in fact, it was very clear where it was all going. As Freiren watched in shock, Gura’s mizugi stretched, straining to contain the fat new boobs and wide new hips swelling inside it. The shorter Gura grew, the larger they became. 

<SKILL CHECK: GURA - INTELLIGENCE & PERSONALITY …FAIL! >

…Clutching a big, green breast, Gura moaned. Her ears looked very pointy all of a sudden.

Freiren, horrified, tried to take a step back and found she couldn’t. Fighting against whatever was clogging her lungs and making her eyes water, she managed to look down and moan at what she saw: her cute little school shoes split, their soles torn free by a thick mass of clumpy lilac matter, which flowed out through the gap and tethered her to the ground. When she tried to tug her leg free, the stuff clung tight. And it hurt, as if she were tugging on her own skin. 

<SKILL CHECK: FREIREN - INTELLIGENCE & PERSONALITY …FAIL! >

“Ew, that’s so gross!” said Baka, poking a clump with a claw. Freiren winced–it felt as if she’d been jabbed in the toe.

She continued to squirm, despite the pain, but with every second, it was a little harder to move. Soon, both of her feet were rooted to the stone, her toes–or what had become of them–threaded deep into the cracks. She tried to raise her arms instead, but to her horror they’d become stuck to her sides, and even when she managed to pull them away, they simply snapped back into place. With every second, it was harder to tell where they ended and she began. 

Closing her eyes–the watering was simply too bad to ignore now–she coughed again, releasing another thick plume of purple dust. Baka danced back out of range, looking disgusted.

Back on the floor, Erza jerked upright with a scream, her breasts tearing out of her waitress uniform, almost twice the size of her head now, and a pair of gigantic horns shot out of her hair. As the same time, a pointy tail curled around her legs, flexing, as she writhed with the pleasures of orgasm.

Next door, Samus looked like she was sinking into the ground. Her entire body had turned to the same light blue slime now, and as Freiren watched it oozed out of her clothes and into a growing puddle, thick and glutinous as syrup.

Gura, meanwhile, had stopped shrinking at a modest three feet in height, and between her ridiculous new boobs and hips, she was almost as wide as well. With her pointy ears and slimy green skin, she looked considerably less like a shark and a lot more like something else. She’d kept her tail, though it had turned green as well.

Finally, Freiren herself found herself increasing immobile. Even as she squirmed, the awful sensation of fullness that seemed to have spread through her form spilled out of her skin and surrounded her, coated her, leaving her covered in the same awful lilac substance. Soon, her body was little more than a vague shape beneath the stuff. 

She sneezed, and another cloud of violet dust shot out of her nostrils and hovered in the air before her. Watching it disperse, she went pale as she realized exactly what she was looking at.

…Spores.

With a wild moan of lust, Erza tore off the midriff of her waitress’s uniform, exposing the bright pink sigil, heart-shaped, that now tattooed her womb. Seeing her horns, Freiren felt a flash of hate, but no matter how intense her feelings, she had more important things to worry about: even as she thrashed, the fungal substance spilling out of–or possibly being made from–her skin continued to grow from her pores. Already, it was at her neck, and soon she felt it tickling her chin. She tried to scream, but her throat was so clogged with her own spores, she couldn’t get the words out: all that emerged was another dusty purple cloud. 

Something twitched above her, spreading to cut off her werelight. For an instant, she thought it was the Drinx or Baka, but when she looked up, or tried to at any rate, it moved with her. Holding her head steady, she turned her gaze up on its own and found herself looking at the underside of a giant mushroom cap, one growing a little larger with every second. 

As its work neared its end, the fungal infection changed its tone: from a lung-clogging cold to a hot, heady flu that left her feeling she’d catch fire, and then on to something even worse. 

“Nnn~!” Closing her eyes, Freiren writhed on the spot. It felt as if it were plugging her every hole, wiggling itself deep inside her. She could feel it between her thighs, between her buttcheeks, worming its way deep, and worse, she could feel it inside her too. It was hard to tell where she ended and it began–perhaps she’d already been converted. 

Panicked now, she struggled to thrash, desperately straining to think of a solution. Anything, anything that could help, whether a spell or something else or even a feeble cry for help. 

She never got the chance. Not a second later, the fungus spread over her mouth, gluing her lips shut. Freiren had a couple of instants to stare ahead, her eyes wide in terror, and then the fungus coated them as well, leaving little more than a mask of horror pushing through its flesh. 

Inside, in the dark and the near silence, Freiren moaned as the spores infiltrated her brain. She could feel her new hyphae spreading through the cracks in the cellar floor, eagerly searching for nutrients with which to make new spores, and with it came a strange kind of contentment, a subtle mental warmth encouraging her to give in. It wasn’t as if she were going to suffer like this, of course. It wasn’t as if it were hard–as of matter of fact, it couldn’t be easier. All she had to do was stand there and release spores, forever. And it felt good. So good. 

With a soft sigh, Freiren lay back and gave in to the fungus.

***

It was a long, long time before Erza’s orgasm finally faded, and even when it did, she continued to burn with lust, her nipples hard and her pussy drooling. Moaning, she closed her eyes and did the best she could to regain control of herself. When she stood, even the pressure of her thighs against her groin made her to want to search for a nice hard rod. 

Opening her eyes, she looked down at her and moaned. Her assets, already enhanced by the cursed clothing from the laundry room, had grown even larger, stretching her poor, damaged waitress outfit till it was on the point of bursting. Now her boobs were so big she could barely wrap her arms around them, and her ass… Well, she’d never have to worry about uncomfortable seating again.

But these were the least of the changes; the others were far worse: her skin had turned dark red, a pair of horns were poking out of her head, and a little tail was swishing behind her legs. Looking back, she found she had a tiny pair of wings too, flapping just over her tail. She shuddered. What had happened to her? 

She turned to Samus, or what had been Samus, though now she was little more than a pile of blue slime, struggling to form herself back into her previous shape. She wasn’t having much luck. Each time she managed to raise, her legs gave way, and she collapsed back into an amorphous puddle again.

Nearby, lay an egregiously-well-endowed goblin, her absurd assets stretching her swimsuit and shaking as she eagerly fingered her exposed sex. Only when she rolled over with a moan, revealing the green sharktail stretching from her coccyx, did Erza realize it was Gura. 

Freiren, Erza thought. Where’s Frieren? Slowly, still sweating, she spun, and her eyes settled at last on the mushroom in the corner. At first, she thought it was simply a part of the cellar: simply a giant tower of fungus that had grown here in the dampness. Only when she took a step closer did she recognize the terrified face and pointed ears struggling to escape its stem. 

Stumbling back, Erza panted in horror. What had the ‘wine’ done to them? They’d all turned into monsters! Nnn~! And why was her new form so absurdly horny? Even the sight of Freiren made her want to bounce on a nice hard–Nnnn~! 

“Oh, looksh like nyou’re finished,” came a voice from above. 

Erza raised her head and saw the Drinx shtill sitting atop her gate. She and Baka were sharing a bottle of wine and playing a game of cards, which the Drinx appeared to be winning and then some.

“Oh, are nyou finished?” said Baka. “Goldfish! …Dammit!”

Erza struggled to breathe, let alone speak. Every cell in her body wanted her to throw herself at them and bury her tongue in their–

“Hmm,” shaid the Drinx. “Looks like nyone of nyou made it out unshcathed. Guess nyou’re nyot going to be passhing the gate after–” Hic! “–all, nya.” 

“What about me?” said Baka. 

“Oh, that’sh right,” said the Drinx, stroking her chin. “I forget nyou were with them, Baka. Huh, maybe I should have made the–” Hic! “–game a little harder, nya. Oh well.” With a shrug, she dropped down, rummaged in her cleavage, and produced a large key. 

When she leaned on the doors to insert it, however, they swung straight open, striking the walls of the tunnel behind with a boom. 

“Huh,” she said. “I guessh I forgot to lock it, nya. Woops.”

Erza could only stare at her, a defeated woman.

“Well, nyou’re free to passh, I guessh,” said the Drinx with a shrug. “Nyou might have a hard time taking the mushroom with nyou though.”  

Samus had finally succeeded in recovering her former shape, though her feet remained as a constant puddle beneath her. Sludging forward, she fixed Erza with a questioning look. 

“We’ll fix things,” said Erza, fighting against the urge to ask if she could make a slimy c– “We’ll find Mahou, and we’ll force her to turn us all back.” 

After a long pause, Samus nodded. 

“Ooo… ooo… nnn~!” Down on the ground, Gura moaned, using one hand to grope her fat new goblin boobs and the other to finger her fat new goblin pussy. Bending down, Erza grabbed her arm and forced her to stand. It wasn’t hard–she was so light now, you could practically use her as a– Swallowing, Erza forced her to breathe. “Gura, are you okay?”

“Nnn~! Gura’s pussy feel so hot. Gura’s boobs so big. Wanna squeeze them and grope and t them and–nnnnn~!” The little gremlin stamped her feet, sounding annoyed at being interrupted. 

“What about Frieren?” said Samus. 

Erza sighed. “I don’t–” She really couldn’t get over how phallic Freiren’s new form was–just looking at it was making her wet. “I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do for her, unfortunately. Even if we could get her out of the ground, we wouldn’t be able to carry her.” 

Samus sighed (it sounded like a burbling brook). But in the end, she nodded as well.

“Once we defeat Mahou, we can come back and make her turn Freiren back, okay?” said Erza, more to herself than anyone else. She didn’t want to know what their chances of actually saving her were.

Baka hoped down from above. “Ready?” she said. 

It took all Erza’s remaining willpower to reply. “Ready.”

Baka spun to face the gate and took a gigantic breath. “Oooooooooooh... Weeeeeee’re off to see the–” Tripping, she planted her face in the stone, much to the mercy of all. 

Samus and Erza picked her up, and together they dragged her and Gura through the gate and up the stairs beyond and up, up, up, into the light again. 

When they emerged, it was into a grand hall, lit by flickering candles whose lights gleamed off the darkwood flooring and walls. A gigantic banquet table dominated the room, overflowing with food in every type imaginable. Erotic furniture surrounded it, erotic furniture and statues and paintings and other perverse furnishings, all shaped to resembled contorted human forms. 

At the end of the table, a single chair, empty and waiting.

And a voice, still faint, yet louder than ever before. 

“Fu. Fu. Fu. Fu.” 

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