The corridor ends after a short distance, culminating in a spring ensconced with thick vegetation. At the base of the spring are a pair of flat rocks. The air is warm and humid, a perfect place to bathe and recover from the excitement of the arena floor.<br/><br/>Lydia crouches behind a fern and watches the pool for several long minutes. It isn't easy. The arousal she feels has become a constant nagging that she cannot fully put from her mind. She knows what she must do.<br/><br/>Once she is satisfied that the pools guardian (and if the Dungeon has taught her anything, there is<em>always</em>a guardian) is either absent or slain, Lydia approaches.<br/><br/>She strips nude, depositing her clothing in a muddy pile, and dips her feet into the crystal clear waters. As soon as she does, she lets out a long sigh.<br/><br/>Sitting on the water's edge, she turns her attention first to her clothing and gear, dipping them in the water, scrubbing away the muck, wringing them out, and spreading them out carefully on the rock to dry. Every few seconds she stops, turning an ear toward the cave entrance just in case someone or something is approaching.<br/><br/>Once her gear is clean, Lydia turns her attention to herself. She sinks into the water and scrubs herself down. Some unseen current carries the muck away; the water around her remains so pure she could drink if she wants, and does.<br/><br/>She comes up out of the water, carefully avoiding both the muddy spot where she disrobed and her clothing, choosing instead the second flat stretch of rock, and stretches out her long limbs. Her gaze flits between Lex and Dex.<br/><br/>"Hi there," she says, "I almost forgot you two were watching. There's so much else to worry about, itt's easy to do in the Dungeon. What do you say, Dex and Lex? Should we put on a little show for the crowd?"<br/><br/>She arches her back. Her hands come down to her breasts, her fingers instinctively finding her nipples. "Yeah, I think so, too."<br/><br/>Lex hovers just out of reach, to her left, focusing it's sole eye on her face. Dex, hums around and takes a position between her parted knees. Lydia reaches over and grabs her tunic, folding it up to make a pillow so she can watch both of them without craning her neck.<br/><br/>Her hands leave off her breasts and trail slowly down the length of her flat stomach. Lydia's heart is hammering in her chest. She knows thousands, perhaps millions, of people, are watching. Yet she cannot afford to hold back. It's a known fact that the more popular girls go farther than the less popular ones. The Dungeon Masters make it so.<br/><br/>The fingers of her right hand slip between the folds of her lips. Lydia moans deeply as her fingertips brush against her swollen clit. She arches her back, and bites her lip. She wants to lose herself to the moment, close her eyes and let it all go, but she can't. Instead, she forces her eyes open and looks down at Dex.<br/><br/>"How's the view down there?" she purrs. "Do you like what you see? Here, let me help."<br/><br/>With her fingers, she spreads her lips, opening herself up like the pedals of a flower. She relaxes her legs, and they splay to the sides. To her complete surprise, the little eyebot inches closer, zooming in on her sex. She has never felt so exposed in all her life, and she blushes deeply.