You step into the first floor of the dungeon of lust, keeping your old worn out sword at the ready. You're currently in an empty corridor that with a door at the end.

Trackers: {Floor: 1/4} {Room: 1/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch.}

You step towards the door, your worn-out sword at the ready. The empty corridor stretches out before you, lit only by faint torches on the walls. You can hear the distant sound of... giggling?

{Floor: 1/4} {Room: 1/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch.}

You approach the door, sword at the ready, and cautiously push it open. As you enter Room 2, you're met with a corridor of cells, each one filled with shadowy forms. Suddenly, the door creaks shut behind you, and you hear the sound of giggling growing louder. Three goblin sisters, their eyes gleaming with excitement, emerge from one of the cells, their faces smeared with dirt and their hair tangled. They look at you with an unnerving grin, their fingers twitching with anticipation. "Ooh, a new plaything!" one of them squeals.

{Floor: 1/4} {Room: 2/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch.}

The goblin sisters giggle and snicker, their eyes gleaming with mischief. One of them, seemingly the leader, steps forward, her face inches from yours. "Hehe, oh no, handsome human, you shouldn't be so quick to anger. We just want to play... together." She reaches out a grimy hand to touch your cheek, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw. The others move closer, circling around you, their breath hot against your skin. You can feel their excitement building, and you know that resisting them won't be easy.

{Floor: 1/4} {Room: 2/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch.}

The goblin sisters cry out in delight, their eyes sparkling with excitement. The leader, still holding your sword arm, tries to pull you closer, her grip surprisingly strong. "Ooh, rough play! We like it!" She whispers something in the ear of one of her sisters, and they both giggle, their faces lighting up with mischief. The other sister, seemingly emboldened, reaches out and tries to grab at your crotch, her grimy fingers closing around your thigh. You realize that these goblin girls are not going to be easy to fend off...

{Floor: 1/4} {Room: 2/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch, lost one arm to the goblin's grasp.}

The goblin leader's grip on your sword arm is suddenly broken as you kick out at her. She lets out a squeal of surprise and frustration, her eyes flashing with anger. The other two goblins move closer, their faces twisted with determination. "No, no, no! You're not getting away from us that easily!" They chorus in unison, their voices rising to a crescendo. One of them tries to grab at your legs, while the other attempts to wrap her arms around your chest. You can feel their sticky fingers and hot breath all over your skin, and you know that time is running out...

{Floor: 1/4} {Room: 2/3} {Equipment: Sword, rope, torch, still being attacked by the goblin sisters.}

**You try to wriggle free from the goblin's grasp, but they hold tight. The one who grabbed your leg tries to climb up your body, her hands clawing at your pants. The other two goblins join in, their fingers digging into your arms and chest. You feel like you're being buried under a tide of slimy, eager flesh. Just as you think you're about to be overwhelmed, you notice a glimmer of opportunity. The leader, still angry from your earlier kick, has let her guard down just enough for a split second. You take advantage of it, using your free arm to grab her and hold her in place. "Ahah! You're mine now!" she squeals, but you're not interested in playing along. You use your strength to pin her against the wall, momentarily freeing yourself from the others'

*"The goblin leader lets out a surprised yelp as you land a series of powerful punches on her. With each blow, she slumps further down the stone wall, eyes wide with shock and pain. The other two sisters look shocked for a moment, but quickly regain their resolve. The one who was trying to climb you now lunges at you with renewed vigor, managing to wrap her arms around your neck. Her sister grabs at your legs, attempting to bring you down. You remain unfazed, retaining control of the situation. As the leader gasps for breath against the wall, a wicked grin spreads across your face."

*"<The air in the room is thick with humidity, punctuated by the labored breathing of the goblins. Stones echo the sounds of struggle, while the faint smell of sweat lingers heavily around you. You feel a mix

*"You swiftly swing your head back, striking the goblin wrapping her arms around your neck with a solid crack. She stumbles back, releasing her grip, her eyes wide with shock and pain. The other two sisters retreat, momentarily stunned by their sister's sudden departure. The leader, still against the wall, coughs up a glob of blood mixed with saliva, her eyes flashing with malevolence. With a fierce determination, she scrambles to her feet, her hands dripping with drool and spit. As she advances on you, her sisters hesitate, then quickly regroup, forming a semi-circle around you. Their goblin faces twisted into snarling grins, they close in, intent on claiming you as their own."

*A low-pitched hum fills the air as the goblins' collective breathing quickens, their sweat-soaked skin glistening

*"You prepare to defend yourself, your hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of your sword. The three goblin sisters close in, their eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. The leader, her injuries momentarily forgotten, lunges at you with a snarl, her long teeth bared. The other two sisters follow suit, each one attempting to take down different part of your body. One shoots out a kick, aiming for your stomach, while the other swings her slender arm, trying to strike you across the face. You raise your sword to block the attacks, the clang of metal on stone echoing through the room."

*The air is thick with tension as the goblins' salivary glands begin to produce an excessive amount of spittle, causing a sticky film to cover everything in sight. Their collective breathing creates a palpable aura of primal energy

*"You swiftly swing your sword, aiming for the leader's gut. The blade bites deep, piercing through her thin goblin skin and into her soft, curvy stomach. The leader's eyes widen in surprise, her breathing catching in her throat as she stumbles back, clutching at the wound. Her sisters stop their attack, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. The leader's pain-filled gaze locks onto you, a mixture of anguish and fury etched on her face. She takes a step forward, her hands reaching out, as if trying to reclaim something that's been taken from her. The air is thick with the stench of blood and sweat as the leader's viscera begin to spill out onto the stone floor."

*The other two sisters hesitantly approach you, their eyes darting back and forth between their injured sister and the sword still

*"With a swift and deadly precision, you finish off the leader by cutting through her neck, beheading her. The goblin's body crashes to the ground, her head rolling away from her shoulders. The other two sisters let out a pained wail, their eyes welling up with tears as they gaze upon their fallen leader. They seem to shrink back, becoming smaller and more submissive, their bodies trembling with fear. You can practically smell the primal, instinctual terror emanating from them."

"One of the sisters, still reeling from the loss of her leader, reaches out a hand towards you, as if trying to plead or beg for mercy. Her voice is barely above a whisper, pleading words spilling from her lips: "P-please... don't... hurt us...""

"The second sister, however, seems to find a last shred**You watch as the sisters cower before you, their eyes brimming with tears and fear. The one who spoke to you begins to tremble, her words barely audible. You can almost hear the desperation in her voice, a plea for mercy. The other sister, however, seems to have found a spark of defiance within herself. Her eyes flash with a feral intensity, her gaze burning with a primal hunger. She takes a step closer to you, her hands reaching out like claws."

"The air is thick with the scent of sex and submission, the goblin girls' very essence seeming to amplify the pheromones in the air. Your sword still dripped with their leader's blood, its tip tantalizingly close to the quivering flesh of the still-intact sister."

"**What's it going to be, human? Are you going