As Victoria stepped deeper into the 20th Floor, the "Hum" didn't feel like an attack. It felt like a warm embrace. The cold, jagged memories of the Puppet Master, the grief for her lost comrades, and the heavy burden of being the Spire’s greatest mage simply... evaporated.
She stood at the edge of the great processing hall, her amber eyes wide and sparkling, but the fire of her intelligence was gone, replaced by a soft, glassy glow.
"So beautiful," she whispered, her voice airy and light.
Around her, the hall was a sea of naked flesh. Dozens of adventurers were moving in a slow, hypnotic dance. They weren't weeping. They were beaming. A high-ranking paladin stood nearby, his armor already discarded in a neat pile. He was naked, his arms spread wide as he watched a monster’s filament descend toward his throat.
"I am ready, Master," the paladin cooed, his face radiant with joy. "Take my strength. Make me part of you."
Victoria watched as a massive, translucent maw opened in the center of the hall. She saw a young rogue being lifted into the air. As the monster’s acidic digestive fluids began to touch the rogue's skin, the boy didn't scream. He let out a sigh of pure, ecstatic relief.
"We love our Master," a chorus of voices droned, a melodic, terrifying chant that filled the hall. "We are the fuel. We are the food. Thank you for taking us."
Victoria felt a surge of jealousy. She wanted that peace. She wanted to be "food" too.
With a giggling, playful motion, Victoria reached for the clasp of her cloak. It fell away, hitting the stone floor like a discarded shell. Her fingers moved to the laces of her tunic, her movements quick and eager.
"I've been carrying so much weight," she giggled to herself, her eyes fixed on the pulsing heart of the monster above. "I don't need these clothes. I don't need this name."
Her tunic followed. Then her boots. She stood in the center of the chamber, her pale skin glowing under the sickly violet light. She was down to her underwear, her hands already hooking into the elastic of her panties. She was smiling—a wide, vacant expression that made her look like a completely different person.
"I will be your favorite snack, Master," she whispered, her voice dripping with a forced, hypnotic love.
She began to slide her underwear down her hips, her heart racing not with fear, but with a drugged, artificial anticipation. She was seconds away from stepping into the line, completely exposed and ready to be consumed, her legendary will replaced by a blissful, smiling void.
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