Translations:Codex: Tower of Trials/35/en

“Well done, my lord,” she mumbled, made somehow modest - despite her immodest attire. She tried to cover her body, failing just as miserably as she’d failed in battle moments ago. Not even two hands could cover the bottomless valley of her cleavage, especially when she panicked and dipped one between her thighs to try and hide her now-dripping sex. She squeaked when her armor vanished into sparkles, the trial itself having recognized her defeat. Licentious brass replaced by an intricate gold collar around her neck, complete with a humiliating bell that rested on her prodigious bosom, the minotaur was his.