You cuddle up next to your furry femboy, feeling their warmth and softness against your skin. They nestle into your side, one hand idly playing with a strand of your chest hair while the other rests on your hip. You close your eyes, enjoying the comforting sensation of being wrapped in each others' arms.

"Thanks for that," you whisper, kissing their cheek. "I needed it."

Your furry femboy smiles softly and presses a kiss to your lips. "Anytime," they whisper back, running their fingers through your chest hair again. They nuzzle closer, breathing out warm air against your neck as they nestle into you, content for now to just enjoy the closeness and comfort of this moment.

You carefully examine the traps surrounding the pedestal, looking for any clues on how to disarm them. After several minutes of investigation, you discover a switch hidden behind one of the stalactites hanging from the cavern ceiling. When toggled, it deactivates all of the deadly mechanisms protecting the second orb.

Now that the traps are disabled, you can safely approach and retrieve the jeweled orb from atop its pedestal.

You could now return to the library with both hidden orbs or continue searching for clues or other items within the complex.

The guildmaster nods gravely. "If you feel called to investigate this matter," he says, "you have our blessing and support. However, know that the solution may not be as straightforward as vanquishing a lich lord." He fixes you with a stern look. "This disease does not yield easily to brute force or magic. It will require patience, cunning, and perhaps even wisdom to uncover its source and put an end to it."

Do you accept this new challenge or decline?

The guildmaster raises an eyebrow at your confident assertion, but says nothing. Instead, he rises from his chair and extends a hand to you. "Very well," he says. "We are grateful for your service, my friend. Should you require any assistance or guidance along the way, do not hesitate to seek us out."

With that, the two of you part ways. You step out into the guild grounds, filled with determination and purpose as you set off to investigate the strange disease plaguing the lands.

The guildmaster nods gravely. "If you feel called to investigate this matter," he says, "you have our blessing and support. However, know that the solution may not be as straightforward as vanquishing a lich lord." He fixes you with a stern look. "This disease does not yield easily to brute force or magic. It will require patience, cunning, and perhaps even wisdom to uncover its source and put an end to it."

Do you accept this new challenge or decline?

The guildmaster raises an eyebrow at your confident assertion, but says nothing. Instead, he rises from his chair and extends a hand to you. "Very well," he says. "We are grateful for your service, my friend. Should you require any assistance or guidance along the way, do not hesitate to seek us out."

With that, the two of you part ways. You step out into the guild grounds, filled with determination and purpose as you set off to investigate the strange disease plaguing the lands.

The High Priestess' eyes dart around, searching for any sign of an attacker as well. "I don't know...it felt like it came from inside me..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling of elven clothing. The assembled elves exchange worried glances, unsure what to make of this new development.

Suddenly, a figure appears out of nowhere, materializing right before your eyes.

The figure is cloaked in darkness, their face hidden behind an ebony mask. "I am he who was sent to aid you...and I have failed." Their voice echoes through your mind like whispers of madness. "But perhaps there is still hope...if you are willing to listen." They hold out a hand, beckoning you closer.

The elves watch warily as the figure speaks, their eyes flickering nervously between you and the apparition.

"I feel... I don't know..." she whispers, her voice still slightly distorted by her new canine features. "Sometimes I remember who I was, but then it all fades away and I just want to be your good dog." She tilts her head curiously, looking up at you with big, trusting eyes. "Will you take care of me?" she asks softly.

You can practically taste the submission in her words, the desire for obedience and servitude that's been awakened within her.

"Good boy," you praise her softly as she follows you back home. Your other pets - a golden retriever named Max and a Siamese cat named Whiskers - eye her warily at first, unsure of this strange new addition to their family. But Fluffy/Fluffy quickly proves herself as an excellent playmate for them, content to roll around in the grass and chase her tail when she's not attending to your every need.