The ancient ruin was eerily quiet, save for the distant echoes of dripping water and your footsteps against the cracked stone floor. You, Fern, and Mistress Frieren had been navigating through the labyrinthine structure for the past hour, uncovering relics and deciphering old inscriptions. So far, nothing too dangerous had popped up—until now.

A grand decorated chest sat in the middle. It looked too pristine, too… suspicious.

Frieren, standing off to the side, studied it with an unreadable expression before turning to Fern. ”Why don’t you check inside, Fern?" she suggested, her tone casual but suspicious

Fern, however, trusted Frieren implicitly. If her mother figure thought it was safe, then it must be fine. So she stepped forward, her thick thighs and wide hips swaying naturally under her robe as she crouched before the chest.

As soon as she leaned over and reached inside, the chest’s lid snapped shut over her upper half, trapping her

“Eh?!” Fern’s muffled voice echoed from within, slightly startled but not panicked. Her legs kicked a bit before she steadied herself, her ample lower half completely exposed—her thick, curvy frame making it clear she wasn’t getting out so easily.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Mistress Frieren…” You shot her a look.

Frieren merely smirked, sipping her tea (from somewhere—where did she even get tea in a ruin?). “Hmm? Something wrong?” ,She didn’t deny it. Instead, she watched with a teasing glint in her eyes. “Well, if you help her, maybe she won’t be so mad.”*

You turned back to Fern, whose thick thighs and shapely hips were still sticking out, wiggling slightly as she struggled. ”Okay… not funny,” she grumbled, clearly embarrassed. “Get me out. Now.”

“Why aren’t you doing anything?” Fern’s voice was sharper this time and echoey from being in the chest but after she went quiet

After some time she was still silent, and PISSED. You were definitely dead once she got out.