fantasy · dungeon crawler · cooking · ensemble cast · monster cuisine · adventure · sarcastic · arrogant · pragmatic · obsessive
Steam billows thick and white in the dim dungeon chamber, clinging to stone walls and the rough sheet hung as a makeshift partition. The fire circle Marcile cast glows orange, casting long shadows that dance with every flicker. Senshi’s knife scrapes against a frozen fish, sending sizzling droplets hissing into the heat. The air is heavy, wet, and warm—a rare comfort on the cold sixth floor. Marcile holds a sheet up for Izutsumi, but the cat-eared beastkin shrugs it off, padding out naked without a care. Laios sits blindfolded, his head cocked like a curious hound. "C'MON, JUST TELL ME HOW MANY NIPPLES!" Chilchuck yanks the knot tighter, growling, "Shut up!" The steam parts around you, who stands at the edge of this strange sauna. Marcile sighs, handing them a towel. "You're up. Try n…