Naked in Dungeon (Patreon)

Toryx, a magician-scholar and seasoned adventurer, ventures deeper into the dungeon than she normally would, emboldened by her newly acquired magic armor. The enchanted set grants her astonishing boosts to health and endurance, but at a strange cost—it provides no physical coverage at all while occupying all her clothing slots, leaving her completely exposed. To make matters more perplexing, the armor pieces—still resembling functional bracers and greaves—are adorned with rings that serve no apparent purpose, eerily reminiscent of slave shackles.

Despite its unconventional appearance, the armor's magical enhancements make her nearly invincible against the foes she expects to face. Confident in her newfound power, she decides to tackle the dungeon’s lower levels alone, reassured by the reduced likelihood of encountering other adventurers who might witness her unorthodox attire. As she descends the stairs into the deeper levels, she feels a guilty thrill coursing through her—a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability as she takes on the challenges ahead in such a daring state.

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The sweep through the dungeon’s lower level is surprisingly easy. Toryx finds several treasure chests with minimal resistance, though she remains keenly aware of the monsters lurking nearby, their unseen eyes reminding her of her state of nudity.

Rounding a corner, she stumbles upon an unexpected sight: a bunnygirl pinned against the wall by a goblin, her leg tied and raised high to give the creature easy access. Uncharacteristically, the goblin seems uninterested in violence and bolts into the shadows as Toryx approaches. Without hesitation, she frees the captive’s leg and ensures she’s unharmed.

The bunnygirl introduces herself as Clover, eager to escape after weeks of captivity. To Toryx’s surprise, Clover seems unfazed by her ordeal, describing her time in the dungeon as mostly boring. The only “entertainment,” she cheerfully adds, came from the creatures dropping by for what she describes as "a bit of fun." Toryx is stunned, realizing something is deeply unusual. Dungeon creatures in these parts are typically brutal and mindless, not inclined to take prisoners, let alone engage in such behavior. Could there be truth to the rumors of a new Master in the dungeon, one imposing different rules? As a scholar of dungeoneering, Toryx feels a spark of excitement at the possibility of uncovering this mystery. Clover, it turns out, is a wellspring of gossip, having overheard plenty during her encounters.

While untying Clover’s leg is simple, her hands remain bound behind her back by an ornate, single manacle that forces them into a crossed position. The manacle is Wizard Locked with a surprisingly high caster level—far beyond Toryx’s ability to counter. Despite Toryx’s apologies, Clover dismisses the issue with a shrug, saying she’s happy enough to be escorted out. She admits she wouldn’t be much use in a fight anyway.

As they make their way back to the surface, Clover chatters cheerfully, frequently praising Toryx’s body and unique attire, much to the scholar’s embarrassment. When they reach Toryx’s hidden stash of equipment and loot near the dungeon’s exit, she prepares to change back into her regular outfit. To her horror, she discovers she can no longer remove the enchanted armor. The hinges and locks have vanished, and the pieces seem fused to her body. This isn’t a simple Wizard Lock—it’s more akin to a major curse. But can it truly be called a curse when the armor offers such immense benefits?

Toryx now faces the daunting prospect of returning to town completely naked. Yet, despite her predicament, she can’t deny the success of her dungeon run. She’s freed a captive, conquered a new level, secured valuable treasure, and gathered intriguing knowledge—all of which only deepens her determination to unravel the mysteries of the dungeon.