TFing the victorious, pure heroine into a dark, living dungeon by getting her into objectification kink and then accelerating the sprouting of its Dungeonseed.
You should, in fact, pay Roxy money!
Any object that leaves a dungeon becomes Dungeonseed. Every coin, every nicked blade is a century of germination away from sprouting into a dark labyrinth, sprawling from kitchen closets and merchant purses, uncoiling from basements and vaults across the land. Our lands were alive, once.
