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  The downsides of Ana's neon became apparent rather quickly.

  Not her metaphorieon, but her literal one, drawn from the most ret loot chest. She'd known walking around with a plug of metal inside her would pose more than a few difficulties, but even the short trip to the hallway door emphasized just how much so.

  Ana was a mage, and so the buttplug's effe her physical coordination wouldn't matter much, but the mental distra would. The sensation of a thick plug stirring around inside her with each step meant staying focused was going to be a challenge in both the immediate future, and her foreseeable delving career, so long as the gemstone accessory stayed her best avaible on.

  Ana wouldn't call herself the most distractible woman, finding it quite easy to focus oask at hand, but the particur co of distras she was faced with overruled her natural proclivities: her new coatalie's nakedness, and a thiew buttplug meant that she wasn't particurly paying attention to her surroundings as Natalie swung open the door, headed for the intermediary hallway to the series of challenge rooms. Ana's cock stood proudly at attention, twitg, feeling hot, and bobbing side to side with her movements. The thick, pulsing member was still disorienting; she had far from gotteo it. Ana didn't think that would ge any time soon, especially with stant stimution. She'd barely been managing to keep the thing under trol even before having her ass plugged.

  She just hoped that during bat the sensation would be easier to ighat was the ohing that would make her retire the on—if it proved itself impractical.

  Even as she and Natalie advao the hallway, Ana idly tested the plug's mana-ste capabilities. It was as seamless to activate as she hoped. A simple thought filled the gem, and just as easily, she could withdraw the stored mana, returning it to her natural mana pool. She'd been worried that moving that enigmatic power around would e with downsides—difficulty, or perhaps version losses—but that didn't seem to be the case.

  The ste size was impressive even at the plug's base tier, too: almost half of Ana's entire pool. That henomenal boon to take into any given fight. A fifty pert bonus to her mana was genuinely an unbelievable level-two tool, and it more than made up for the distrag sensations associated with equipping it. And while the plug didn't provide a means tee mana faster, and so over the course of a long dungeon run, its usefulness waned, being able to recharge fully aer a boss fight—or any other important enter—with so much more starting mana was incredible.

  Ana inteo make good use of the [Expanding Nexus Gem]. Iing it had been challenging to begin with, though, and sress might not e quickly. She wasn't sure just he the accessory would grow, but if Ana had to guess, fairly rge. The good news was that walking around with it stretg out her ass out all day ought to be good training—it shouldn't be too long before she was aced to taking an impressive amount of metal up her ass.

  Which wasn't a delving profia had ever thought she would acquire, but these were straimes.

  Perhaps, even, she should wear it around campus. She would have to e up with expnations for where her on had gone, and learning to not walk suspiciously could be a problem too. But she would hahat whe to it. Plus, the requirement to have a teammate ihe gem was its own roadblock. It was only fair su amazing piece of equipment came with burdensome downsides. Ana was still quite pleased with the item.

  Before swinging open the door aering the hallway, Natalie gnced back at her. Her eyes flicked down to Ana's cock, though quickly, like she hadn't meant to. Her cheeks colored, and she looked back forward. Ana didn't ent, though her skin ti being so obviously admired.

  Despite all the absurdity of the past hour, Natalie stayed aware of the potential for danger. She peeked through the door cautiously, scouting for enemies or traps. Ana had expected the uping hallway to be the same as the previous two, but by how Natalie paused, Ana knew something .

  "What is it?"

  "There's a mirror."

  "There is?"

  "he dder." Natalie frow whatever she could see ihe hallway—A a safe distance. "It doesn't look dangerous, but we should be ready for something."

  Ana pushed aside her previous musings, and the awkwardness aement of her and Natalie's lewd adventures and loot. Once again, they were dealing with the dungeon proper, and a ck of focus could mean injury or death. It was more than a bit jarring having to s betweewo vastly different texts, but they didn't have much choice. And in an odd way, the trast highlighted the events, made them more potent for their strangeness.

  Ana followed after Natalie. As Natalie had said, there was a mirror to the right of the exit dder, though the joining hallway was otherwise the same as the earlier ones. Ana sed the walls, floor, and ceiling, looking for traps, but found nothing.

  They approached the mirror cautiously. After their st enter with a mirror throwing them into this trap to begin with, and the boss utilizing them as a key meia chose to have an abundance of wariness—as did Natalie.

  "It's … not a mirror?" Natalie said. "Just gss. It's not refleg anything. I see through it."

  Natalie held her hammer up, prepping herself for something that might fling itself through—sihat was how the st boss fight had gone. Ana didn't find that likely, though. The hallways seemed to be safe zones. Something else .

  They finished approag the suspicious furnishing. Natalie's muscles tensed, being the first to arrive, with Ana keeping a safe distance, as any mage should. Natalie got a full vantage of what was ihe mirror, and her eyes widened. Ana, out of curiosity, edged in too, wanting to see.

  Ihe mirror, a form became visible. White-haired, in full delving gear, and with a rapier at her hip, the sight was familiar, though highly ued.

  "Sofia?" Natalie excimed.

  "Ana?" Sofia's reply came, just as surprised. More so, even, probably because they were naked—not something Sofia had expected to see.

  Ana finished ing to Natalie's side, assuming by this point that a monster wouldn't e hurling through the mirror. Their team's white-haired rapier-wielding fighter stood there—staring at them with wide eyes, a blush quickly growing on her cheeks. Sofia looked relieved despite her embarrassment, though. Ana covered herself up with her arms and hands, following Natalie's lead. She wasn't nearly as perturbed by nakedness as most people—whether it was her own or others'—but that didn't mean she wouldn't follow basic rules for modesty. Even if it felt like it was being rather pointless, sidering Natalie's css.

  "And Nat," Sofia said, eyes turning to her . "You're fioo. That's good." She sounded relieved—Ana supposed disappearing into a trap was something worth w about.

  "Jordan?" a new voiterjected. "Did you found something?"

  Ana paused. It was Jordan's voice who had asked the question—something that made Ana instantly suspicious of what was going on.

  "Who are you talking to?" Jordan's voice tinued from out of sight. The dark-haired rogue arrived at Sofia's shoulder a moment ter. Liz, the st unated-for member of their party, also joihem, crowding around the mirror.

  "It's them," Sofia answered Jordan. "The mirrors are linked, I guess?" Sofia frow Natalie and Ana. "And why are you two naked?" The white-haired girl studied Ana, as if sensing something was off. If Ana had to guess, she and Natalie were easy to tell apart, even if they were in each other's bodies. Natalie was much more expressive than Ana, and she looked pinly relieved to see the rest of the party. Ana, on her part, kept her usual ral mask, which had to look out of pce while wearing Natalie's face.

  "Actually, that's a dumb question," Sofia said. "Let me guess, something to do with Natalie's css."

  Ana could also sehat something was off with the three women crowded around the mirror. Sofia, Jordan, and Liz's mannerisms were all wrong, in a hard-to-pce but heless obvious way. Joined with the earlier hint—Jordan calling Sofia by her own name—Ana suspected what was going on. And Sofia firmed the theory in short order.

  "Oh, and I'm not Sofia," Sofia said. "She is." Sofia—or, correctly put, Jordan in Sofia's body—gestured at Liz. "And that's Liz." She poi Jordan. Sofia frowned, her eyes flig between Ana and Natalie. "You two also sed, didn't you?"