<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Officially requesting some alone-time with the eyebots</div></div><br/>Despite the desperate nature of her predicament, Lydia can't help but feel a sense of relief as Shugar disappears through the portal. It would have been a shame for her effort to be wasted. The relief does little to settle the panic rising within her as she darts once more toward the wall of keys. Time is running out.<br/><br/>Unlike previous times, she doesn't slow down as she approaches the portal; if she doesn't make it this time, she won't have the time to spare. She cries out both in pleasure and shock as the portal takes her and her arousal increases yet again. And then she is sliding, arms flailing, feet slipping, and for a moment the pleasure is suppressed as she plunges down the muddy embankment and into the clutching, sucking liquid.<br/><br/>She takes just enough time to get her bearings before heading as quickly as she can toward the lichen-covered exit. Lichen often grows near water, and water is just what she needs. It could also be a trap, but then, everything in the Dungeon could be a strap. Lydia focuses on keeping her boots on her feet--no easy task given the sucking mud, and makes quickly for the rim of the pool.<br/>