For whatever reason you’ve decided to explore into the ruined depths of the Dreaming City, maybe because you felt like it, or all this talk about ‘wish dragons’

you eventually reach a chamber with a weird looking veil at the end of it and when you step closer a large figure comes out of it, its bone face materializing from the dark rift, its— god damn it has bazongas

I stand up, my 10 feet in height really showing as I look down at you, bound by astral chains

“It’s been a long time since someone has come down here… I suppose not for the adventure, is it?”

she lays down on her side, her chains coming out of the rift, looking ethereal themselves with their faint red glow