Shaylia Fleise, fire witch and part-time swordswoman, was<em>not</em>a happy woman. She'd set off at the crack of dawn, eager to finish this as quickly as possible- After all, once you've clawed your way to a certain level of proficiency in the whole 'adventuring' thing, not much phases you anymore...<br/><br/>-Which she'd thought all of five hours ago, shortly before the anti-magical bracelet had<em>snicked</em>shut around her wrist. Magic, you see- Especially thoroughly<em>unlicensed</em>and<em>dangerous</em>magic, by an obvious spellcaster who was *very* much both of these things- is *illegal* in the Fang.<br/><br/>"This," she'd hissed, glaring at the officials, "...Is a<em>travesty</em>. It's a violation of..."<br/><br/>"Take it up with the management," they'd muttered, gesturing to the corpulent form of Baron Sukumvit- Who'd gazed at her. And licked his lips. Shaylia had gazed back, bowing ever-so-slightly...Sure, he wasn't handsome in *any* sense of the word, but his obscene wealth had an attraction of it's own to the sultry witch...Until, with a snort, he'd turned away, rubbing those beringed fingers together in a decidedly lecherous way...<br/><br/>(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/guilty-gear/images/c/c2/Ggxxr_sm_in1.jpg)<br/><br/>So much for seduction- Especially when she'd *really* read the rules, and found out *why* it was called the legendary<em>Sextrap Dungeon</em>.<br/><br/><em>That</em>was when Shaylia realized, with a sinking heart, that this was going to be just a *little* harder than she'd thought. Now, standing amid the rippling, testosterone-heavy lineup of musclebound thugs and yegs- Minus one blonde elf woman with a distinctively sour expression, her *own* bracelet locked tight around one slim wrist- Shaylia felt<em>decidedly</em>out of place...<br/><br/>As the roar of the crowd rose, she sighed, her crimson lips parting slowly, glistening in the torchlight; Absently, the witch reached up to steady her pointy hat, the wide brim casting odd shadows on her pouty face. Cherry-red leather creaked as she stretched, pacing forward, her thigh-high, heeled boots clicking on the tiles. Slowly, silken hips rolling in a prowling stride, she peered ahead, wondering exactly<em>what</em>was coming next...Slim fingers idly combed midnight-black hair back from her face, as she turned to wave to the crowd, smiling with a confidence she didn't quite feel!<br/><br/>-Then, before she had a<em>chance</em>to change her mind, Shaylia ducked into the coolness of the gloomy cavern, the firelight flickering off the tight, crimson bodice sheathing her lissome form- Laced up the side, it terminated abruptly in a daring microskirt, with justtttt a glimpse of her bare skin, where her boots didn't quite reach.<br/><br/>Hardly the best attire for dungeon crawling, even considering the carryall she'd slung around her neck, to hold her meagre supplies...And her trusty sword, which Shaylia hadn't *used* for two *years*, ever since it'd become *soooo* much quicker to set things on fire! Her green eyes flitted across the blessedly cool, dank cavern...Pausing as they lingered on the stone table...<em>and</em>the labelled boxes resting on it! For a *longgggg* moment, Shaylia paused, wondering whether this was part of the Baron's legendary sadistic humor- Open the box, and *BOOM*...<br/><br/>-To hell with it. She crossed the cavern in brisk steps, right towards the boxes- Intent on prying her own open! Surely it wouldn't make for good entertainment, if she was knocked out at the very beginning?