Abigal was a shapeshifter who had entered Thalion's camp a few days after the debacle with Garrick and Michael. She had already been roaming the jungles of the third stage for a while and had reached level 37 by the ti she joined. Upon arrival, she heard the astonishing stories about the legendary shapeshifter Thalion, who had single-handedly defeated Michael, Garrick, and their followers despite being under-leveled. Such a feat was unheard of, and it piqued her curiosity.
Abigal hoped this Thalion could help her find a new form, but he was elusive, rarely seen around the camp. Frustrated, she turned her attention elsewhere—she was too weak to join the others on dangerous missions, like battling the termite hive or fighting the skyships. Now, however, a new opportunity had presented itself. With the teleportation circles complete, they could finally visit the ocean.
Abigal already had an excellent flying form: a Fireborn Eagle. Her standard fighting form was a sleek black panther. Now, she was eager to claim her third form, one suited for the ocean's depths. When one of the guards announced that all shapeshifters were encouraged to use the teleportation circle to explore the ocean for new forms, Abigal leapt at the chance.
This was also her chance to et the legendary Thalion, the man who ruled the entire base. She could hardly contain her excitent as she thought of telling Ellen, her new love, about this opportunity. Abigal had left behind four children and a wonderful husband on Earth, but here, she had found Ellen—a woman who eclipsed everyone she’d ever known. Ellen worked at one of the "nightclubs," though the establishnt was much more than that. Abigal and Ellen had spent many magical evenings together, and Abigal was eager to share her news.
"She’ll be green with envy," Abigal thought, smiling to herself as she navigated the streets of the city. This part of town was bustling with life. The streets, more than twenty ters wide, were flanked by towering buildings. Thanks to the wind mages who "pressure-washed" them at night, the streets glead with cleanliness. People hurried about their business, the air alive with energy, but Abigal grew impatient with the slow pace. Shifting into her flying form, she soared above the crowds and quickly arrived at her destination.
She landed before one of the tallest buildings in the area—over thirty ters wide and forty ters high. The structure was ornately decorated, with glowing embellishnts that made it stand out even in a city full of remarkable architecture. Above the towering three-ter entrance door hung a sign depicting the silhouette of a woman, the words "The Crimson Lounge" glowing in bold red letters.
Abigal shifted back into her human form and entered through the heavy door. Only then did she glance down at her current outfit—a green robe she’d chosen after becoming an archer after entering the system. Quickly, she swapped it for the red dress Ellen had gifted her. The dress hugged her figure, accentuating every curve and leaving little to the imagination.
Inside, the lounge was much larger than its exterior suggested—a common feature of buildings purchased from the system shop. The grand hall was lavishly decorated, with a long bar stretching across one side and nurous couches and tables on the other, offering guests a comfortable place to relax. Multiple staircases led to private rooms above, where more intimate monts could be shared. Abigal had spent many such evenings with Ellen, and each ti was more amazing than the last.
Scanning the room, Abigal quickly spotted Ellen behind the bar, her smile lighting up the room. Abigal’s heart skipped a beat, just as it had after her first kiss. She hurried over, unable to contain her excitent.
It was early morning, and the establishnt was relatively quiet, with only a few patrons lounging on the couches.
"Hello, my dear Abigal," Ellen greeted her in a sweet voice, leaning forward across the bar and giving Abigal an unobstructed view of her cleavage.
"I have wonderful news! In just a few hours, I’ll be using the teleportation circle to travel to the ocean for a new form—and it’s probably going to be a good one!" Abigal exclaid, her voice brimming with excitent. She tried to maintain eye contact with Ellen but found her gaze wandering to other parts of Ellen's body.
"But who’s going to help you get such a good form?" Ellen asked, her smile fading into a slight frown. Concern flickered in her eyes. "The water mages in the base aren’t very strong, and none of them have any real experience fighting underwater."
"You’ll never guess," Abigal said, her grin widening. "I’ll be accompanied by Thalion himself, the leader of this base!" Her voice rose with excitent as she watched Ellen's eyes widen in surprise.
"Oh, Abi, that’s amazing!" Ellen exclaid, her expression transforming into pure joy. She jumped over the bar in a single, fluid motion and threw her arms around Abigal, pulling her into a tight embrace. Their lips t in a long, passionate kiss, and for a mont, Abigal's world was filled with nothing but the warmth of Ellen's touch. She didn’t want to let go, but Ellen gently pushed her back before things could go further.
"You absolutely have to tell everything about Thalion after the hunt," Ellen said, a teasing smile on her lips as she looked at the still-breathless Abigal.
"Of course! I’ll watch his every move," Abigal promised with a nod, barely able to contain herself. She leaned in for another kiss, but Ellen playfully pushed her away.
"Ah-ah, pleasure after work," Ellen teased, her grin widening. "I can’t let you get distracted before your big mission."
Abigal sighed, half in frustration and half in amusent, but she couldn’t help smiling back at Ellen’s mischievous expression. She adjusted her dress and stepped back, her excitent for the upcoming adventure renewed.
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