All characters are 18+
Oh shit.
Oh shit shit shit!
Arden looked wildly at the rolling mist. How had he gone so deep into the dungeon? This was the Misty Mire, an area that should only be traversed by heroes of level 10 and over. And here he was, a mere level 7.
He never should have followed those stairs down. By the time he realized which floor they led to, he'd been swallowed by the mists, and trying to backtrack had only gotten him more lost.
Not good.
Not good at all.
He'd heard stories by other adventurers about the sort of menaces that could be found in the Misty Mire. Serpents and ravagers. Crocolasks and poison toads. At his level, such a monster would kill him instantly. And worse, he'd never have a prayer of reclaiming his equipment after respawning.
"Shit, shit, shit," he moaned again, clutching his sword tight as he peered through the mire, the mud sucking at his boots as he sloshed forward.
But wait.
He squinted. There was something ahead. Something that wasn't a skeletal tree dripping with moss or another eddy of the ghostly mists. It looked constructed. He drew closer, and his relief was palpable.
A fountain of recovery!
Any adventurer would recognize the broad rimmed fountain, flanked by two statues of the goddess of healing Ishta. Though it had seen better days, the statues crumbling, the mortar sinking into the moss, there was no mistaking it. At last! If he could recover his energy, he'd have a chance of finding his way out of here. He slogged towards the cracked marble fountain.
Then stopped dead as the water within sloshed, and rose in a decidedly human form.
Arden gaped, stumbling back as the thick blue fluid took shape, swelling into a pair of heavy, sloshing tits. A head whose features were cute but simple formed next, hair of ropy slime oozing from it like tentacles, and Arde couldn't help but notice the little golden crown which topped the figure. The creature smiled dimly.
"Hi!" she chirped.
Arden relaxed just a little. A slime. Admittedly, a slime queen, but that wasn't as bad as he'd feared. He could handle this. Probably. A slime was one of the most basic monster types, with strong regenerative powers, magic resistance, but weak to slashing weapons and, importantly, very dumb. They had a few other attributes, but Arden hadn't paid much attention when studying higher class slimes.
"Hello," Arden said slowly. "Who are you?"
"I'm Oolala! Who're you? Gosh, you're cute! What's a cutie like you doing all the way out here?"
Arden felt his cheeks flame. He didn't consider himself 'cute'. Not since hitting twenty and becoming an adventurer. But, considering the jiggling woman was over twice his height, he reasoned pointing that out might not be necessary.
"Sorry," he said quickly. "I got turned around, and I thought this was a recovery fountain. I'll just be..."
"It is!"
"Hm?"
