Aleija was stunned at the sight of the man's hardened member. It was like nothing she had seen before in her life, her world mostly consisting out of doing research and reading books she never had the time or desire to mingle herself with the opposite gender. Not that she was completely daft, she had seen pictures and images of the human anatomy before, but to see it in the flesh made her rather wobbly on her knees.. A soft pink blush rose to her cheeks as she seemed to be unable to speak for a moment, watching the mans actions to, well, fuck the door.<br/><br/>Suddenly she understood the inscriptions of the door, it wasn't talking about sexual punishment or erotic tales. It wasn't even an warning for the travellers, but before she could say anything her worst fears became truth. The man suddenly cried out of pain and disappeared before their eyes into dust. The door told them the way to open it, in it's most simplistic but cruel ways. It told that only a human sacrifice of lust could open the door to the demon of desire.<br/><br/>"The.. the demongoddes of desire..."<br/><br/>Her words were a whisper in her dry throat as she could feel pearly sweatdrops drip down her face and neck into her cleavage.<br/><br/>"How... how could you be so apathetic about the death of one our men! What if it was you that just disappeared into dust? I think we should head back, we don't even know what made him burn up like that! maybe it's some extremely strong and potent version of anthrax? "<br/><br/>But before she could finish her reprimand to the professor she could see a shimmering in his eyes that told her he wasn't listening anymore. With careful steps she followed the man into the room as he went ahead of her, walking directly into what seemed to be a dark tunnel without any lights. She couldn't even see the end of it, as she tried to pursue the other guard to follow them into their own doom. The man was barely anything more then a trembling mess of fear as he held their only torch in his shaking hands.<br/><br/>"Why don't you give that to me, so I can light it?"<br/><br/>With a graceful smile she could barely bring up at this moment she snatched the torch out of his hands before he found enough courage to drop his weapons and run away for his life. As she stared at the big muscled man disappearing from sight, she turned around and looked over her shoulder to find the professor. But she was met with disappointment as all she could see was the pitch black darkness of the hallway. With a single flick of her flint and steel she carried around her neck on a thin string, she lid the torch and found herself in the most heavily decorated halls she could ever dream off. Each inch of space was covered in various colours of paint, gold and silver that described the most perverted and sickening rituals she could ever think of. Or in her case, anyone could thinks of, as she seemed stunned enough about a naked cock just mere minutes ago.<br/><br/>She couldn't wait to make pictures of the walls, but the creeping feeling that had haunted the professor was finally catching up on her, and slowly but steadily she made her way to the end of the tunnel to find Sir Wellsten.<br/><br/>"Professor... Sir...? Please don't leave me alone..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>