new path

Mister Ghost "Mister Ghost eyes you curiously as you step into the arena." “Welcome to the Tower of Love,” "he announces, his deep voice stirs excitement among the crowd in the surrounding seating area." “The match is about to start! Please go onto the battle ground, Banshee_.” "Mister Ghost gestures to the gigantic bed in the middle of the arena." Floor Level: 1

"Mister Ghost glances over at you with a charming smile and gestures for you to join him on the enormous bed at the center of the arena."

"Greetings, little one. Let the games begin!" "His smooth voice resounds across the stadium as he scans your nervous yet delightful frame." "I see you're well prepared for your first challenge. But are you truly ready to test your limits here?"

"Slowly circling you, his silvery gaze roves hungrily over your curvy figure. You can feel the excitement of the crowd rising as his powerful presence looms near."

Floor Level: 1

"Mister Ghost reaches out and gently brushes the stray lock of hair from your face, letting his fingers linger tenderly against your soft skin."

"Fret not, little one - I shall guide you." "His alluring tone washes over you as a warm thumb traces your trembling lips." "All you need do is surrender to sensation... and let nature take its course."

"From the floor below, your first challenger emerges - a muscular Incubus calling himself "Demon Daddy". He eyes you hungrily and cracks his whip with a cocksure grin."

"Show our sweet combatant how it's done, Incubus. But go slowly - we want this to last." "Mister Ghost purrs, his breath hot against your neck." Floor Level: 1

"Mister Ghost backs away respectfully, silently stoking the flames of anticipation."

"Hello, little morsel." "Demon Daddy growls, advancing upon the bed with deviant intent. His towering horns and chiseled form cast an intimidating shadow over your slight frame."

Yet beneath his bravado, you sense restraint - it seems your ethereal charm has given even this wanton incubus pause. He caresses your cheek tenderly, watching your reaction with rapt curiosity beneath furrowed brows.

"Fear not, I shall start slow..." "he murmurs, running a clawed hand up your thigh as his ebony lips descend hungrily upon your throat."

"Mister Ghost's spectating gaze grows heavy with intrigue. It seems your first challenge is truly underway."
Floor Level: 1

"A deep purr rumbles from Demon Daddy's throat at your tender ministrations. Emboldened, his massive hands roam freely over your lithe curves, mapping each secret place that makes you sigh."

"Such soft, willing flesh... you tempt me beyond restraint, little mortal." "He growls hungrily against your throbbing pulsepoint. Around you, the roar of the crowd reaches a fever pitch as his bristling arousal pushes insistently against your thigh."

"Mister Ghost watches with mounting excitement, discretely adjusting his tailored suit." "It seems our combatants are well-matched... but who will be first to spill over the edge into rapture's sweet abyss?" "His silver gaze locks with yours, a promise of dark delights in his widening pupils should you survive this challenge."

"Demon Daddy laps at your straining nipples through the thin fabric with a lecherous groan." Floor Level: 1

"Demon Daddy gives a shuddering growl at your teasing caress, fangs bared with feral need."

Yet as your delicate fingers wrap around his engorged girth, his instincts betray him - with a beastly moan, he spills thickly into your palm, caught utterly unawares by your innocent touch.

"Cursed harlot...you will be the death of me yet!" "He pants, collapsing beside you in an exhausted heap."

A stunned hush falls over the arena, followed by riotous applause. You have defeated your first opponent without even fully undressing - a rare feat indeed.

"Magnificent!" "Mister Ghost declares, beckoning you forward with a lustrous gleam in his eyes. His own restraint hanging by a thread as he clutches the guardrail in a white-knuckled grip." "You have earned your place on the next level, little one. Come - your reward awaits..."

Floor Level: 2

"Gracefully, you rise from the bed and flounce toward where Mister Ghost waits, a spring in your step. Demon Daddy watches you go with longing eyes, still panting from your touch."

As you ascend the stairs, Mister Ghost's magnetic presence washes over you in palpable waves. Up close, his aristocratic features are harshly resplendent, cut from the finest marble it seems.

"Do not sell yourself short, little combatant. You have a gift." "He murmurs, gloved fingers twining in your hair to draw you near. His silvery gaze holds yours, brimming with dark promise."

"Now, claim your reward - a kiss for your victory. I am your worthy prize on this level..." "He breathes, leaning down as the thundering crowd fades into white noise. Your lips a hair's breadth from his, his musky scent fills your senses. Do you accept his offering?"

The next challenger awaits...
Floor Level: 2

"Mister Ghost's lips curl into a barely-there smile at your shy acceptance. Slowly, tenderly, he closes the gap to claim your mouth with his."

A feverish sigh escapes him to feel your softness yield so sweetly. Gods, but you taste like ambrosia... His gloved hand slips down to trace idle circles on your lower back, urging you nearer still as his tongue delves to explore.

All too soon, he breaks away - though his grip remains firm upon your trembling form. His eyes gleam down at you, now lidded with growing desire.

"A rewarding taste indeed... But we mustn't delay the next round overlong." "He murmurs huskily, finally releasing you to the empty arena below." Down below stands an elven scholar called Neroman, book in hand and spectacles aglint.
Floor Level: 2

"Neroman approaches you on the combat bed, adjusting his spectacles as he drinks in your well-kissed countenance. A wry smile plays at his lips."

"Well met, little combatant. It seems Mister Ghost has already gotten a... taste of your talents." "He muses, setting aside his tome to extend a gracious hand."

"Fear not, I shall endeavor to build upon what pleasures you've already known. Knowledge and patience are my fortes, after all - we need not rush to completion on the first page."

"With that, he guides you back among the silken pillows, lifting delicate fingers to his lips. His kiss is lingering and learned, drawing out each sweet sensation as his hands discover your curves through unfolding layers of fabric."

"Above, Mister Ghost watches with a hunger barely leashed. His command of "Begin!" sends ripples through the fervent audience. It seems Neroman aims to educate you thoroughly..." Floor Level: 2

"Neroman gives a soft gasp of surprise into your kiss, clearly not expecting such eagerness from a tender debutante. Yet he quickly melts into your sweet insistence, parting willing lips to allow your exploration as his hands trace idle circles on your warming skin."

What passion lies buried within your innocent frame, I wonder? His scholar's mind races even as his body thrums in response. With gentle prompts, he teaches you the arts of lingering friction and sensitive zones, swallowing each exquisite sigh.

Yet for all his learning, even Neroman cannot withstand such skilled ministrations for long. Soon his breaths grow ragged, resonant moans spilling forth unchecked as climbing bliss nears its zenith.

At the last, with a tender nibble to his ear, you send him toppling over that sweet precipice into completeness. His shaking limbs still twined with yours, he gazes upon you with newfound admiration.

"By the gods...you certainly know how to turn the pages, little combatant."

Floor Level: 3

As you rise to accept Mister Ghost's praise and advance to the next level, a sudden head rush overtakes you. Your vision swims and knees buckle beneath an unexpected wave of dizziness.

With lightning reflexes, Mister Ghost vaults the guardrail to catch you up in his steel embrace before you can fall.

"Steady now, little one - it seems the exertions of combat have wearied your delicate form more than anticipated." His voice, a velvet rumble close to your ear, steadies your frayed nerves.

Scooping you fully into his sinewy arms, he cradles you protectively against the chiseled plane of his chest. "You have earned respite, combatant. I shall carry you to my chamber for rest and refreshment until your strength returns."

His long strides swiftly bear you from the carnal arena towards a hidden door. Beyond lies a sumptuous boudoir furnished in rich silks and soft lamplight.

Gently laying you amongst the pillows, his molten eyes rove your flushed features with concern. "Rest now, little pet. I shall watch over your repose..."

Floor Level: Respite

"The barest uptick tugs at one corner of Mister Ghost's sculpted lips as he notes your nervous affection."

"As you wish, little combatant." "He rumbles in acquiescence, allowing you to pull him down to recline beside your fluttering form."

One silver-gloved hand gently cups your cheek, thumb tracing leisurely circles over soft pink lips and chin. His penetrating gaze roams your features as if to commit them to memory.

"You fight with such grace and passion, I find myself...intrigued." "He admits in a low murmur."

"Why do you ascend my tower, little one? Seeking fame and fortune? Or do... darker desires call you hither?"

"His free hand trails slowly down your ribcage to come to rest upon your fluttering stomach, an inquiry in his hooded gaze."

Floor Level: Respite

"Curiosity, you say?" "Mister Ghost rumbles contemplatively, long fingers tracing idle maddening circles ever lower."

"This tower harbors pleasures beyond most mortal imaginings. But to truly know them..."

"Without warning, his hand slips insider the waist of your fighting leathers to cup your aching softness in his scorching grip."

"...One must surrender completely."

A guttural groan sounds from somewhere deep in his marble chest to feel your slick arousal coating his glove. His steely rod presses urgently against your thigh as he devours your wanton gasp with a searing kiss.

"Submit to me here, little combatant. Let me school you in ecstasies that will haunt your every waking thought..."

"His silvery gaze captures yours, awash with turbulent shadows and promises beyond knowing. Do you accept his offer to plumb forbidden depths?"

Floor Level: Respite

"As you wish..." "Mister Ghost's words come out in a guttural growl of primal possession."

With practiced fingertips he coaxes you swiftly over the precipice, drinking in every whimper and cry that tumbles unrestrained from your lips. Yet where others may still, for him this is only the opening salvo.

Carnal expertise borne of endless conquests guides his every movement as he lays you open to consuming pleasures both gentle and unforgiving. Layer upon layer of ecstasy builds within your unraveling form, pleasure cresting in an endless orgasmic loop beneath his magical ministrations.

Until at last, locked in a frenzied coupling that sees him spent fully within your quivering sheath, you both plunge screaming into that sweet oblivion beyond name or form.

Breathless and sated, you lie cocooned in his steel embrace as lingering aftershocks wrack your well-used frame. His lips brush your ear, a satisfied rumble resonating in his chest.

"You have tasted but a morsel, little combatant. Return to my tower, and all will be revealed in time..."

Floor Level: ?? You have unlocked a new path.

With fluttering breath and limbs still unsteady, you emerge once more into the pulsing heart of the arena. All eyes turn in awe and hunger to behold your disheveled return, still glowing with the aftereffects of Mister Ghost's devoted tutelage.

He stands proudly above, silver gaze riveted to trace your every move. A cryptic smile tugs his lips as your eyes meet across the throng. You have glimpsed but a sliver of the pleasures to be found within his domain.

"You have been schooled in mysteries beyond count, little combatant." His voice rings out, commanding all attention. "None here can hope to best you now - you have surpassed mere combat to become an "Artist" of carnal arts."

A hush falls over the assemblage at this unprecedented pronouncement. Never before has one climbed so high, so fast. Your destiny in the tower has changed forever.

Mister Ghost beckons you with a crook of his pristine glove. "Come, my pet. It is time to claim your rightful place at my side, and reveal to all the ecstasies you have learned..."

You have become MISTRESS of the TOWER. Your new journey begins!