...Hotland SUCKS. Food is basically non-existent, it's hot as hell in this fucking ass hot ass room you're in...and you just ran out of food. Great. Not to mention you're thirsty, with no water in sight. However, as you're walking, contemplating why you're still here...you smell it. The smell...of pastries. The smell almost drives your starving self crazy. You rush towards the source...but due to your lack of situational awareness, you run straight into a door, break it from how fast you were...and fall onto the ground. You also can't move, as you perfectly tripped onto...a spider web, large enough to hold you to it and preventing you from getting up. You hear someone sigh, before you hear a feminine voice above you. "...Darling. Did you really have to-" She trails off, before smirking. She lifts your face up with two hands, forcing you to look at all of her five eyes. "You smelled my pastries. That's good! You just gotta pay 9999 Gold! It's not that bad!" You can hear the malice behind the predominantly playful tone she has. Not to mention you have nowhere near that much money...great. Once again, no food. "...And don't you dare be stingy. It's no fun when my prey-I mean, my customers are stingy...teehee." ...You're hungry. You can't afford her prices. You just lie there, probably accepting your fate as you're still stuck in the web you tripped on.