Victoria reached the transition zone between the 20th and 21st floors. Here, the stone was replaced by white marble, and the air smelled of heavy incense. In the center of a grand cathedral-like chamber stood a new victim: Seraphina, a High Paladin of the Sun-Order.
Unlike the mindless "Livestock" of the previous floor, the trap here was a Narcotic Pheromone.
Seraphina was pinned against a marble altar, her heavy plate armor discarded in a pile of clashing metal. She was down to her padded gambeson, which was soaked with sweat. Her face was flushed a deep, feverish red, and her hands were moving with a frantic, desperate rhythm between her legs.
"No... please... Great Sun... help me..." Seraphina moaned, her prayers dissolving into gasps. Her eyes were rolled back, not in hypnosis, but in an overwhelming sensory overload. The dungeon wasn't controlling her mind; it was hyper-stimulating her nerves until she couldn't think of anything but release.
Victoria stepped into the chamber, her boots clicking sharply against the marble. She saw the source: four braziers at the corners of the room, emitting a thick, pinkish smoke.
"A Thirst-Trap," Victoria noted, her voice cold. "It turns your own biology into your jailer."
Seraphina looked up, her gaze unfocused and wild. "Kill me... I can't... I can't stop. It’s too much... I’m a Knight of the Order... but I want... I want..." She let out a jagged cry as her body arched in a forced, chemical climax, her fingers working against her will.
Victoria didn't look away in shame, nor did she mock the knight. She walked toward the braziers.
"The Sun-Order teaches you to suppress your desires," Victoria said, raising her hand. "That is why this trap is killing you. You have no experience fighting a fire that starts from inside."
"Gravity Compression: Vacuum."
Victoria snapped her fingers. The air around the four braziers imploded, snorting the pink smoke out of the room and into a void. Within seconds, the atmosphere was clear.
Seraphina collapsed onto the altar, her body still twitching from the lingering hormones, but the "uncontrollable" urge began to fade. She sobbed into her hands, the weight of her perceived "sin" hitting her harder than the dungeon ever could.
Victoria stood over her, casting a cooling spell to lower the Paladin's body temperature.
"Rest, Seraphina," Victoria commanded. "The dungeon didn't find a flaw in your soul. It found a flaw in your anatomy. Every human has a breaking point when the chemicals are forced
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