<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/xVuUOzt.jpg)</div><br/>The magical mouth on the door closes, then fades into the wood silently, before a soft click sounds.  The door handle turns on it's own and the door cracks open just a bit.  Encouraged Lydia pushes open the door and enters the Marchioness's chambers.  All about the large room, it appears a forest has sprung up.  In fact other than the area directly around the door, there is no sign of the stone walls that made up the rest of the dungeon.  A soft hazy fog fills the room, limiting Lydia's vision to no more than fifty feet or so, and it appears there is even no ceiling, but only trees with great branches that fade up into the misty haze.  The floor is a soft leaf covered loam, and the air is scented with the smells of a deep woods after the rain.  All about are a riot of colors splashed among the browns, greens, and greys as flowers and colored mushrooms blossom.<br/><br/>Lydia steps in and feels the soft ground beneath her boots, and hears a click as the door closes behind her.  She turns and sees only forest where the door once was however.  She reaches back and her fingers brush against something hard where there should be only air.  The door, she can feel it's wooden surface beneath her finger tips, even though she can't see it, even though it looks like there should be nothing but air there.<br/><br/>A soft chuckle sounds behind her and she turns, finding a woman sitting on what could only be described as a throne, but a throne made out of a single humongous flower.  The fey creature bears elven features, but also sports a pair of glowing gossamer wings from behind her back.  There is no doubt that this is the Marchioness.  She smiles and shifts slightly, her garment looking like it is woven of flower petals hugs her body tightly.  Lydia can not help but notice that the garment shifts and moves as the faye creature shifts on her seat.  Then Lydia realizes why the counselor is shifting.  Her garment is split open from the hips downwards, her nether regions exposed to the throne she is sitting on.  But that is not all... there is a face on the seat of the throne, a woman sitting under the throne of petals, with her face turned upwards, as the counselor sits upon the woman's face.  Even as Lydia realizes it, she sees the woman inside the throne's tongue slide out and lick along the slit of the counselor.  But then the counselor's legs cross again and she shifts positions.  The woman in the throne's face is covered by the Marchioness's slender frame, though Lydia has no doubt the servant inside the throne is continuing her oral tasks.<br/><br/><strong>"Greetings contestant Lydia, I'm glad you made it here so safely, before dark.  I am honored that you chose me.  But before you can compete against your competitor," </strong>her hand goes down to stroke at the throne made of flower petals, perhaps referencing the woman trapped in the throne that is orally pleasing her at that moment,<strong>"You must first declare your willingness to be mine.  You must offer me your virginity, and agree to my tests, without knowing what they might be.  If you do not do so now, this instant, then you may leave to find another counselor, or perhaps your end.  So speak now, and with a tongue and tone that pleases me Lydia of Faullen's Creek."</strong>