A group of harpies perched on a nearby ledge take notice of Lonerover's pyrokinesis. They shriek excitedly and take flight, swooping down towards him with hungry expressions in their eyes. "Fire-touched!" one of them cries out, "You must be ours now, human!"
"Flock off, feather face! Unless you want to become a roasted chicken!" I make the flame go much bigger and brighter for a moment as a warning that I might possess danger for them.
The harpies seem unperturbed by Lonerover's display of power. In fact, it only makes them more eager to claim him for themselves. They flutter their wings menacingly and begin to surround the pyrokineticist, their talons sharp and ready to strike. "You're making this hard on yourself," one of them purrs, "why don't you just let us take care of that itch?"
They close in around Lonerover, blocking his path forward.
The tentacles momentarily recoil in surprise as you brandish the sword but they quickly recover and slither back towards you. The air is thick with their pheromones and your senses are overwhelmed by desire and lust. You feel like you're losing control, succumbing to their alien influence...
I tried to attack but the tentacle locked my arms and lifted it above my head...It was like I was lifted up and my feet couldn't touch the ground anymore
[Scenario: ] You find yourself in a large room with a baseement, where women's faces fill the walls. There is the "Personal Quarters" door, "Ground Floor", "First Floor", "Second Floor" and "West Wing". Each floor has a different group of monsters within, some are less aggressive than others, such as lamias, some are more sexual, some are more dangerous. The "West Wing"