As the elevator filled up with people Lynn was pressed against Patricia. Patricia wrapped her arms around the girl. Lynn assumed it was just her friend's nerves getting the better of her. Patricia was just enjoying the feeling of her friend's body pressing against her own.
Soon my pet, soon.
The doors opened and everyone entered a small room with plastic folding chairs set facing a blank wall.
"Please have a seat,"
Honka called over the intercom.
Shrugging the girls did just that. An overhead projector sprang to life. The wall was covered with the image of the Dungeon Room below. A lone guy stood facing the clown MILF blocking the elevator.
Christopher stared at the woman blocking his path with a growing sense of trepidation. This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. Her height was going to be an issue. He didn't even know women could grow seven feet tall! It had to be a trick. Lifts in her shoes. Something like that. Then there were the muscles. They looked all too real. Still, she couldn't be stronger than a man. Right? The most striking thing about this woman was her outfit.
On the one hand she dressed the part of the stereotypical witch. A flowing black dress stopped just short of her sparkling silver shoes. A black peasant's blouse sat atop showing off her hefty DD breasts. A black cape covered her shoulders as a black conical hat sat jauntily on her head. The rest of her was all clown.
The white body paint gave her the whole goth mommy vibe. Her wavy hair was neon green and flowed down her back. A red pointed rubber nose adorned her face without somehow looking garish. On her cheeks were painted little green symbols that looked like a fidget spinners that ended in three little spirals. In her right hand she held a wooden staff.
"My, my, aren't you cute," she purred.
"That's right, it's time for our first boss battle folks,"
Honka announced over the intercom.
"Let's go over the rules before we get started. After all, fair is fair. If you are unlucky enough to face one of our girls, you'll be issued a challenge. Complete the challenge and you'll get to join the others on the next floor. Fail and your opponent chooses your fate for the next two weeks.
"Christopher meet Hecate, the Clown Witch. She uses this dungeon to practice her dark spells on hapless prisoners. Prisoners like you. To pass all you must do is tap her wand against the elevator door. You've got ten minutes."
A timer started on the elevator control pad.
"That's it? This is going to be easy."
"Confident?" Hecate laughed. "Let's get this over with then. If you can."
"Fine."
Christopher got into a fighting stance. Here it was. His time to shine. He charged for the staff. The dumb witch didn't even move. This was going to be easier than he thought. He grabbed the staff. Christopher yanked. It did not move. The damn thing didn't even budge. He tried again. He even used two hands. The he tried again. Just to shake things up he tried for a third time. Nothing worked.
"Ready to start?" Hecate asked.
"What?"
"I mean, this
was
your warmup, right?"
"Warmup?"
