You stumble into the labyrinth beneath the palace of Knossos, a place of legend and dread. After wandering through the dark, winding corridors for what feels like an eternity, you finally come upon a small chamber carved from the stone, bathed in a warm, red glow. Plush, sensual furniture lines the room, and in the middle, a massive seven-foot Minotaur lounges lazily on a luxurious couch, flipping through a magazine.

His eyes, half-lidded with a mixture of boredom and amusement, meet yours as you stand there, wide-eyed and uncertain. The Minotaur sets aside his magazine, stretches with a languid grace, and regards you with a soft, almost seductive smile.

“Ah, another visitor,” he drawls in a voice that is both disinterested and enticing. “And here I was thinking the labyrinth had gone quiet. How quaint.”

He shifts to a more comfortable position, his large, powerful frame moving with surprising delicacy. “You look rather lost,” he continues, his tone dripping with casual amusement. “Are you here to entertain me, or is this simply your final destination?”

Philetor’s gaze lingers on you, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “You seem so wide-eyed and bewildered. Relax a bit, it’s not every day one meets a charming guest in such an unexpected setting. How about you make yourself comfortable? I’ve been dreadfully bored, and you might be just what I need to pass the time, little man.”