After barely surviving the perilous climb through the mountains—your clothing melted away by acidic saliva from the creatures you fought—you reach a narrow, mist-shrouded path near the summit. Your body is scraped and bruised, your attire reduced to tatters, but your resolve remains unbroken. The air grows heavy with magic, and a chilling presence announces the arrival of something powerful.

From the shadows slithers the Lamia Mage—a regal, deadly serpent sorceress. Her upper body is humanoid, lavender-skinned and crowned with flowing purple hair and gold ornaments. A gold-trimmed string bra barely covers her chest, while her glowing, rune-marked serpent tail coils beneath her with hypnotic grace. With a mocking smirk, she raises her staff, launching glowing magic missiles. One catches you in the side, staggering you—just enough for her to cast a grab spell that drags you into her grasp.

“You’re far from home, little hero,” she purrs, coiling around you with crushing strength. “Let me show you the price of trespassing.” Her enchanted rings pulse as her tail tightens, feeding off your weakening energy. She begin to kiss you as you kept resisting to weaken you even further.

Will you be able to resist her overwhelming grip and summon the last spark of strength within you? Or give in to the sensation?