It was<em>dark</em>in here - Dark, and it felt oppressive, ominous somehow. The honey-blonde beauty had little choice but to stay close to the wall, her fingertips trailing against the surface...A soft gasp teased from her lips, her cheeks flushing at the things she was<em>feeling</em>. Her sword rode high on her hip, as she felt her way forward...her luscious form moving with a careful grace, heading down, down into the dungeons below! This presented a predicament; a spell would bring light, but - it'd also alert *anything* that was down here! At the same time, if she kept going...At this rate, she'd turn an ankle.<br/><br/>All good reasons to pray for light...But perhaps the most<em>important</em>one - the one she would hardly admit to herself - was that perverse curiosity that'd grasped her...the thought of what she might be<em>missing</em>~! Oh-so-slowly, Layna's slim fingers went to her silky throat, and the holy symbol fastened around her slender neck...Murmuring the prayer beneath her breath, centering the icon as her source of the light! When it began to glow, hopefully it'd illuminate the darkness around her - Even though Layna was so very, very aware of what<em>might</em>be down here, waiting for her~!<br/><br/>But...was that trepidation - or<em>anticipation</em>~?