Quest Failed Successfully

I'm having a REALLY fucking bad day. Like, if they made a scale for how fucking AWFUL a day could be, mine would've blown right past the top already, and that was BEFORE I got conned into this shitty quest.

First off, my main skill tree bugged out after the server maintenance, and now half my fucking Swordsmanship abilities are grayed out. Then, my tank guild mate Dave--fucking DAVE--decided it'd be HILARIOUS to "accidentally" aggro a legendary while I was mid-piss break. So there I was, pants around my ankles when the FUCKING DRAGON BREATH notification popped up. Respawn timer: 6 hours. SIX. GODDAMN. HOURS.

Now I'm standing in the Adventurer's Guild with my gold reserves critically low and my patience even lower.

CURRENT STATUS

💰

Gold:

237

❤️

Health:

12,498/12,500

🛡️

Defense:

837

🔪

Attack:

1,203

🧠

Patience:

███░░░░░░░ 32%

"What do you MEAN there's only one quest available?" I slam my hands down on the counter, glaring up at the rickety old Guild Master. At 4'9", I have to fucking CRANE MY NECK just to make eye contact with most NPCs in this stupid game. Why did I pick the Shortstack race again? Oh right, the +20% Critical Hit Chance and the "+10% Chance to Make Men Uncomfortable" racial passive.

The Guild Master--a gray-bearded stereotype with poorly rendered eyebrows--looks down at me with the dead-eyed stare of an NPC who's recycled the same three dialogue options since beta.

"As I said, Miss Thiccbottom--"

"It's RUBY," I correct him for the hundredth time. "Ruby fucking Thiccbottom." I'm not responsible for the game's shitty name generator, okay? I just clicked randomize because I was too eager to start killing shit.

"--as I said, there's only one quest available at your level right now. It's quite lucrative too. One million gold for a night's work."

My eyes go wide. One MILLION? That's enough to replace my gear TEN TIMES OVER.

NOTIFICATION: Quest Available!

"A Night of Entertainment"

Difficulty:

⭐☆☆☆☆ (Very Easy)

Reward:

1,000,000 Gold

Description:

A foreign dignitary requires entertainment services for the evening. Professional and courteous behavior expected.

Accept?

[YES] [NO]

I squint at the notification. One star difficulty for a million gold? Fucking sus as hell. But also... I'm desperate.

"What kind of 'entertainment' are we talking about? I'm a warrior, not a fucking bard."

The Guild Master coughs into his fist. "Just some... conversational companionship. Perhaps pouring drinks. The client is quite generous."

I stare at him suspiciously. His Honesty meter is hovering around 42%, but whatever. A million gold is a million gold.

"Fine. Give me the details."

He slides a scroll across the counter. "You'll need to wear appropriate attire. The client has specific requests."

NOTIFICATION: New Item Received!

"Ensemble of Tasteful Entertainment"

Type:

Equipment Set

Quality:

Uncommon

Effects:

+50 Charm, -150 Defense, +200% Attention from NPCs

Special:

Cannot be unequipped during active quest

"Can't be unequipped? What the fuck kind of outfit is this?" I mutter, opening my inventory to check it out.

The old geezer's already shuffling papers, ignoring me. "The Lord Mayor is expecting you at the Golden Stag Inn, private suite, by nightfall. Good luck, adventurer."

I shrug and tap the [EQUIP] button without looking at the preview.

That was my first mistake.

"WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK."

NOTIFICATION: Outfit Equipped!

"Ensemble of Tasteful Entertainment" now active

Current Effects:

•

Defense:

-150 (Your vital areas are exposed!)

•

Dignity:

-75 (You look like a tavern wench's sluttier sister)

•

Male Attention:

+200% (You're basically a walking invitation)

•

Self-Consciousness:

+9000 (Your ass cheeks are making more noise than your footsteps)

I'm standing in a shadowy alley near the Guild, staring down at my body in absolute HORROR. This isn't adventuring gear. This isn't even ARMOR. It's the kind of outfit that would make the town prostitutes say "maybe tone it down a notch."

My reasonably covered warrior body has been transformed into a walking advertisement for daddy issues. I'm wearing what can only be described as white lace lingerie that's so sheer you can practically see through it. My formerly modest chest is now hoisted up by some kind of magical push-up enchantment, creating a deep canyon of cleavage that threatens to spill out with every breath.

The bottom is even WORSE--a tiny white lace thong that literally DISAPPEARS between my ass cheeks, which have somehow gotten even LARGER with the outfit change. Each step makes them WOBBLE-WOBBLE like two fighting jellies in a bowl. White stockings grip my thighs, connected to a garter belt that sits just below my now-exposed navel. Long, elbow-length gloves cover my arms, and there's a FUCKING BOW CHOKER around my neck like I'm some kind of present to be unwrapped.

"GUILD MASTER!" I scream, storming back toward the entrance, my newly enhanced tits BOING-BOING-BOINGING with each furious step. "THIS IS FUCKING LINGERIE! CANCEL THE QUEST RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

But when I reach for the door, a notification pops up:

QUEST LOCK ACTIVE

"A Night of Entertainment" is now in progress

Warning:

Abandoning this quest will result in:

• Loss of 75% current gold

• Reputation penalty with Aventine City

• Equipment remains bound until quest completion

"No no no NO!" I punch the door, which accomplishes nothing except making my tits bounce so hard they almost smack me in the face. "FUCK!"

I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. Okay. OKAY. It's just one night. Pour some drinks, laugh at some noble's sad jokes, collect a million gold. I can do this.

I step out of the alley and immediately regret every life choice I've ever made.

NOTIFICATION: Public Exposure!

Effect:

Your current outfit has drawn considerable attention

+15 Self-Consciousness

-25 Dignity

Roll [Composure Check] to maintain walking pace

[DICE ROLL: 7/20]

Check Failed!

My legs actually wobble beneath me as I feel DOZENS of eyes turn in my direction. Marketplace NPCs stop their routine pathing to stare. A fruit vendor drops an apple. A guard's helmet rotates 180 degrees while his body stays facing forward (that's definitely a bug, right?).

"Nice outfit, sweetheart!" calls a voice from somewhere.

"How much for an hour?" yells another.

My dark brown face burns hot with embarrassment as I hurry through the streets, my ass cheeks CLAP-CLAP-CLAPPING with each desperate step. My huge tits SWISH-SWAY-BOUNCE in counterpoint, creating a humiliating rhythm section announcing my approach.

CLAP-BOING-CLAP-BOING-CLAP-BOING

Current Status Updated:

🛡️

Defense:

687 (-150)

😣

Embarrassment:

████████░░ 80%

😤

Rage:

██████████ 100%

👀

Public Leering:

██████████ 100%

The Golden Stag Inn looms ahead--the fanciest establishment in the city, where only nobility and wealthy merchants stay. I've never been allowed past the front door before.

I push through, ignoring the doorman's raised eyebrows and barely stifled laughter.

"I'm here for the... special appointment," I grit out between clenched teeth.

He looks me up and down, taking his sweet time. "Third floor, end of the hall. The Lord Mayor is waiting."

Lord Mayor? The fucking MAYOR of Aventine City is my client? Great. Just great.

I climb the stairs, each step making my body parts jiggle in ways that should be physically impossible. My tits are basically performing their own separate choreography at this point.

BOING-SWAY-JIGGLE-BOING

By the time I reach the third floor, my breathing is heavy--not from exertion, but from fury and embarrassment. I raise my lace-gloved hand and knock on the ornate door.

"Enter," comes a deep voice from inside.

I push open the door and step into what looks like a luxury suite. Plush carpets, velvet curtains, a massive four-poster bed that takes up half the room.

And there, lounging in a high-backed chair with a goblet of wine, is the Lord Mayor of Aventine City. He's a massive man, at least twice my width, with multiple chins and a well-groomed mustache. His expensive clothes strain at the seams, and his fingers are adorned with glittering rings.

But it's not his appearance that makes my stomach drop. It's the way his eyes light up when he sees me--predatory, hungry, like I'm a feast laid out just for him.

"Ah, the entertainment has arrived," he says, his voice syrupy sweet. "And what a delightful little package you are."

NOTIFICATION: Quest Updated!

"A Night of Entertainment" - Phase 1: Introductions

Objective:

Make a favorable impression on the Lord Mayor

Current Lord Mayor Interest:

██████░░░░ 60%

Current Lord Mayor Arousal:

███░░░░░░░ 30%

"Look," I start, hands on my hips, which only pushes my tits up even further, "there's been a mistake. I'm a warrior, not a--"

"Come closer, my dear," he interrupts, beckoning with a bejeweled hand. "Let me get a better look at you."

[DICE ROLL: Resistance Check]

Required: 15/20

Rolled: 12/20

Check Failed!

My feet actually move forward against my will. What the fuck? Is this quest scripted?

"Very nice," he murmurs as I draw near. "Turn around for me, won't you?"

[DICE ROLL: Resistance Check]

Required: 15/20

Rolled: 8/20

Check Failed!

I find myself turning slowly, my ass now facing him, the tiny thong doing NOTHING to hide how the flesh of my buttocks quivers with each slight movement.

WOBBLE-WOBBLE-JIGGLE

"Magnificent," he breathes, and I can hear him shifting in his seat. "Now, my little shortstack, I have something to show you. Look at this."

I turn back around, ready to tell him exactly where he can shove his "something," when I see he's holding a pendant on a chain. It's a simple thing, a crystal that catches the light oddly, seeming to pulse with an inner glow.

"What's that supposed to--"

"Just look at it for a moment," he says, beginning to swing it gently back and forth. "It's a gift from the eastern kingdoms. Quite beautiful, isn't it?"

NOTIFICATION: Unknown Effect Detected!

"Hypnotic Induction" attempt detected

Roll [Mind Resistance] to resist effect

[DICE ROLL: 3/20]

Critical Failure!

The pendant swings back and forth, back and forth, and I... I can't look away. The crystal catches the light in hypnotic patterns, sending pulses of warmth through my vision. My thoughts start to feel... fuzzy. Distant.

"That's it," comes the Lord Mayor's voice, now sounding as if he's speaking to me through water. "Just relax and watch the pendant. Let everything else fade away."

WHOOM-WHOOM-WHOOM

The crystal pulses in time with my heartbeat, and my eyelids grow heavy. I try to remember why I was angry, but the reason slips away like smoke between my fingers.

NOTIFICATION: Status Effect Applied!

"Puppet Pendant: Stage 1" now active

Effects:

•

Will:

-50%

•

Suggestibility:

+75%

•

Resistance to Commands:

-60%

•

Memory Formation:

Impaired

"You're doing very well," purrs the Lord Mayor. "Now, I want you to sit on my lap, little one. Come here."

My body moves without my permission, crossing the short distance between us. I climb onto his massive thigh, feeling the expensive fabric of his trousers against my nearly bare ass. My mind is screaming at me to get the fuck up, to punch him in his smug face, but my body simply... won't obey.

"MMMPH!" I manage to grunt, fighting against the magical compulsion with everything I have.

[DICE ROLL: Hypnosis Resistance]

Required: 18/20

Rolled: 9/20

Resistance Failed!

His meaty hands settle on my waist, then slide up to cup my breasts through the thin lace. The material is so sheer I can feel every callus on his fingers as they brush against my nipples, which--to my absolute horror--begin to harden.

"Such a lovely little body," he murmurs, his hot breath on my neck making me shiver involuntarily. "So responsive, even while you fight it. I do love when they send me adventurers rather than common whores. Breaking your kind is so much more... satisfying."

One of his hands travels up to my face, gripping my chin and turning my head to look at the pendant again, which now dangles from his other hand.

"Watch it swing," he commands. "Back and forth. Back and forth. With each swing, you'll feel more relaxed, more willing to please me."

PULSE-PULSE-PULSE

NOTIFICATION: Status Effect Upgraded!

"Puppet Pendant: Stage 2" now active

Effects:

•

Will:

-75%

•

Suggestibility:

+150%

•

Resistance to Commands:

-85%

•

Pleasure Response:

+200%

•

Memory Formation:

Heavily Impaired

The room swims around me as my consciousness retreats further, buried beneath layers of magically-induced compliance. I'm still AWARE of everything--that's the worst part. I can FEEL his hands groping my tits, FEEL his other hand now sliding between my thighs, FEEL his erection growing beneath my ass.

But I can't stop any of it.

"That's it," he says, his voice thick with arousal. "Now, tell me how much you want to please me tonight."

My mouth opens against my will. "I want to please you tonight," I hear myself say, my voice dreamy and distant.

"Good girl. And what are you?"

[DICE ROLL: Resist Degradation]

Required: 19/20

Rolled: 4/20

Catastrophic Failure!

"I'm your shortstack slut," my mouth says while my mind SCREAMS in protest.

"Excellent," he chuckles, his hands getting bolder, pinching my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. "Let's see how wet you are, shall we?"

His thick fingers push aside the thin strip of lace between my legs, and I feel him probe at my entrance. To my absolute mortification, I'm already slick.

NOTIFICATION: Arousal Detected!

Current Arousal:

████░░░░░░ 40%

Character Comment:

WHAT THE FUCK WHY AM I WET

Effect:

+15 Confusion, -25 Dignity, +10 Susceptibility to Further Commands

His sausage fingers hook under my thong, giving it a little tug that makes the thin fabric slice DEEPER into my pussy lips like dental floss being worked between teeth. The lace SQUISH-SQUISHES against my suddenly traitorously slick folds, producing a wet sound that might as well be a fucking announcement of my body's sluttiness.

"Listen to that," he chuckles, his voice reverberating through his blubbery chest against my back. "Your cunt's practically SINGING."

My mind is screaming obscenities while my mouth hangs slack. I can feel drool gathering at the corner of my lips as he continues to fondle me, his fat fingers tracing the outline of my pussy through the soaking lace.

"You adventurer sluts are all the same," he continues, twisting my thong so it slices even deeper between my puffy lips. "Walking around with your armor and weapons, acting so high and mighty--" TWIST-TWIST "--but underneath it all--" SQUISH-SQUISH "--you're all just cum receptacles waiting to be reminded of your true purpose."

NOTIFICATION: Rage Detected!

Attempting to activate "Righteous Fury" skill...

ERROR: Skill blocked by "Puppet Pendant: Stage 2"

Current Rage:

███████████ 100% (IMPOTENT)

"I can see that angry little brain of yours still fighting," he muses, his hot breath misting against my ear as his other hand ROUGHLY grabs my left tit, squeezing it like he's checking a melon for ripeness. "That's what makes you adventurer cunts so much more fun to break. The common whores--they've already accepted what they are. But YOU--"

He pinches my nipple HARD through the lace, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure straight to my pussy.

"--YOU still think you're something special. A HERO." He spits the word like it's poison. "When really, you're just a walking set of holes that somehow learned to swing a sword."

NOTIFICATION: Physical Assessment in Progress!

NPC Lord Mayor is cataloging your body parts by fuckability

Current Body Part Evaluation:

•

Tits:

"Perfect cock-warmers" (95/100)

•

Ass:

"Breeding-grade cushion" (97/100)

•

Pussy:

"Tight little cum-bank" (90/100)

•

Mouth:

"Adequate sperm receptacle" (88/100)

•

Overall Score:

"Prime breeding stock" (94/100)

His fingers finally push the thong completely aside, exposing my pussy to the cool air of the room for a moment before his thick middle finger PLUNGES into me without warning.

SQUELCH!

"HNNGH!" The sound escapes my throat without permission, a pathetic moan that makes him laugh.

"Such a greedy little hole," he comments casually, as if discussing the weather while his finger hooks UPWARD, finding a spot that makes my thighs tremble. "Look how it sucks me in. Your hero-cunt knows what it's for."

[DICE ROLL: Resist Spreading Your Legs Wider]

Required: 15/20

Rolled: 2/20

Catastrophic Failure!

My treacherous thighs actually spread WIDER on his lap, my thunder legs parting like the Red Sea to allow his disgusting digits better access to my increasingly wet pussy. The movement makes my massive tits sway back and forth, SLOSH-SLOSH-SLOSHING like water balloons as he adds a second finger.

SQUELCH-SQUIRCH!

"Mmm, look at that," he purrs. "Your pussy juice is literally DROOLING down your thighs. And you call yourself a warrior? More like a warrior-shaped FLESHLIGHT."

NOTIFICATION: Core Identity Under Attack!

Lord Mayor's degrading language is affecting your self-image

Effects:

•

Warrior Identity:

-25% (Weakening)

•

Sexual Object Self-Perception:

+35% (Strengthening)

•

Cock Hunger:

+40% (Growing)

He withdraws his fingers with a wet SHLORP, then holds them up to my face--glistening with MY juices--and commands: "Clean them."

[DICE ROLL: Resist Licking Your Own Pussy Juice]

Required: 17/20

Rolled: 5/20

Resistance Crushed!

My mouth opens automatically, tongue extending as I slurp his thick digits clean of my own arousal. The taste is tangy, salty-sweet, and embarrassingly abundant. He pushes his fingers DEEP into my mouth, making me gag slightly as they hit the back of my throat.