took the southern path. The slime seemed to be thicker from that direction, and so she figured that's where the monsters' lair would most likely be. This is it... she thought. My first fight with tentacle monsters.
Breathing deeply to calm herself, like she'd been trained, paused. She wanted to take a few moments to get her eyes better adjusted to the darkness. She knew better than to light a torch down here but there was still some light, the strange dim green phosphorescent glow that you sometimes get in old underground places.
While she waited she used the time to give her weapons one last inspection. She'd favoured bladed weapons because slashing and cutting is more effective against tentacle beasts than stabbing weapons or even firearms. She had several ninja stars on a leather holster slung diagonally across her chest. A curved sword as long as her forearm hung from her left hip and she had two daggers in a sheath on her back. All were clean and well maintained.
was dressed in head to toe in tight black leather. It clung to her and emphasized her trim figure and firm curves, honed by years of exercise and training. She knew there were lots of people who would find her outfit... arousing, but it was motivated entirely by practicality. Black is excellent for camouflage. Her soft-soled leather shoes allowed her to walk and run almost silently, and the close, almost uncomfortably tight, fit would prevent the monsters from getting a good grip on her- or worse, forcing tentacles between the leather and her skin. Under her trousers she wore a chastity belt- uncomfortable and faintly humiliating, but an absolute necessity for this kind of work. The key was safely hidden at her home.
After a little while could see as well in the near darkness of the sewer as she normally could on a full moon night. She observed that the sewer seemed to have been built as an extension of some other subterranean structure. The stonework was different, and seemed to be much older than the newer system of pipes and arched corridors that made up the sewers.
She pressed on. Little did know that, despite all her secrecy and preparations, she was being observed. There were things down here that had become alert the moment they smelled the pheromones of a pretty girl, and they were beginning to stir excitedly in even darker places. |