Deceive

A vault lies deep beneath the palace.

Alric, the Elran dancer, opens the immense stone door, guiding Heath and Caio into the vast chamber.

“Ancient inhabitants of this desert imbued items with a great number of dark powers. Some of these enchantments were distinctly…sexual.”

Caio’s pale cheeks flush deep pink as he realizes what kind of objects are locked away here.

The young dancer runs his fingertips over an ominous, silver-trimmed black box, its obsidian surface glittering temptingly in the torchlight.

“They say it houses a spirit. A creature that can provide endless pleasure.” Alric lowers his voice. “But only a powerful mage can open it…someone like you.”