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You squeeze through the bars of the broken portcullis.
It's a tight fit. The ample bosom that you inherited from your mother needs delicate maneuvering to pass between the bars, but you manage. Nor are you a stick like most of your younger sisters. As the heir to the Flower Kingdom, you need to exude an implacable aura of strength in body and in mind. To that end, you worked hard to ensure that everything about yourself is <span class="mu-i">more</span> than the common woman, that you be worthy of your father's chair.
You are taller than most women... nay, most men as well. Tall enough that this spacious sluice system - echoing the gathered memories of hardy and burly workmen - has a lower ceiling than you'd like.
Your muscles are thicker than most men have. Only other women want their fellow women to be weak and delicate, men admire and respect strength more than anything else. As the heir, you cultivated an abundance of it.
Your bosom exceeds the size of most women's heads. A sign of wealth and good breeding, your bosom is the Flower Kingdom's very own bosom, a symbol of its pride and power that the half-starved flat chested sows of the Boar Empire could never hope to match.
The Empire was lucky that their agents caught you sleeping after a hard day's training.
Even with the restraints they clapped on you, you killed three of them with your bare hands before they managed to bind you fully. How? Because you are harder, better, faster, stronger than the simpering, weak willed sows that Emperor Buta calls his daughters... and they only sent a dozen men to subdue you.
As you lose yourself in your thoughts, something shoots from the waterway with the speed of a cracked whip. How cute. Something down here mistook you for hapless prey, as if you were one of your precious little sisters who would have shrunk up like a rabbit the moment their skirts ripped off.
You catch the slithering thing in one hand, and bare your teeth in a vicious smile.
"Were you trying to ensnare me, <span class="mu-i">worm</span>?" your growl at the thing as it wriggles in your grip. A thin stinger dripping something oily and pink glints in the dark. "Wrap me in your tentacles, poison me with aphrodisiac, and wring me for orgone until my body is dry? That's how you filthy incubi feed, isn't it?"
The monster tries to pull its tentacle free, but you don't let it. With a heave, you rip the beast from the waters, a slimy ball of tentacles and lust that has been the bane of female adventurers since time immemorial. You do not give it time to act; the moment the ball is in reach, your fist lashes out and smashes through its core.
<span class="mu-s">You obtain its magic crystal, which shall grant you one of its abilities so long as you wear it on your person.</span>
>Natural camouflage
>Resistance to Bludgeoning and Piercing
>Resistance to Cold
>See in Darkness
>Water Breathing
>Hypnotic Gaze
>Venom Gland (Aphrodisiac)
>Quickdash
