Elite: Wednesday — Bubblegum Dungeon Delights (424 photos) (Patreon)

The damp October air hung heavy with ancient rot deep within the academy's subterranean crypts. Wednesday stood perfectly still, staring at the flickering torches. She wore an absurdly glossy, taffy-pink PVC dress with ballooning puff sleeves, the synthetic material squeaking softly with her every breath. A black leather posture collar encircled her throat—a stark contrast to the blinding bubblegum hue forced upon her by a lost roommate bet.

Footsteps echoed down the damp corridor as Enid stepped into the torchlight with a triumphant grin.

"I have to admit," the blonde purred, walking a slow circle around the shimmering form. "Pink really is your color. The dungeon backdrop just makes it pop."

Wednesday's eyes did not blink. "If you touch the fabric, I will ensure your nails are safely stored in a jar of formaldehyde before dawn."

Her roommate laughed, a bright sound that felt entirely sacrilegious in a torture chamber. "Oh, come on. You look like a lethal gothic dollhouse figurine. Admit it, it's not that terrible."

"The texture is a sensory nightmare," she stated flatly. "It is an abomination."

Further down the corridor, a heavy iron door creaked open. A masculine silhouette stepped into the dim light, heading deliberately toward the crypt.

Enid's eyes widened, her sharp instincts instantly picking up the approaching footsteps. "Ooo, looks like your date is here. I'm leaving before things get weird!" She squeaked, quickly spinning on her heel and scarpering back into the shadows of the exit.

The dark-haired girl remained still as her paramour closed the distance, his eyes widening in stunned fascination at the high-gloss ensemble. He stopped just inches away, crossing his arms with a slow smirk.

"You should wear this colour more often" he noted smoothly.

"The color mimics the internal organs of a heavily diseased mammal," she stated. She stepped forward, the slick material crinkling as she caught him by the jacket, pulling him flush against the high-gloss bodice.

Before he could respond, she leaned up and kissed him—a dark, sharp contrast to the sugary aesthetic enveloping them.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes flashed with a rare spark of dangerous amusement. "Perhaps the color has its uses."

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