My name is Elk. I'm a Wavemaster of The World; not a fantastic player, but I like to think I've got a fair bit of skill. But I would never take any challenge, descend into any dungeon, without my best friend Mia. She's a feline Blademaster, though I have yet to figure out how she managed to edit her character like that.
I don't care about that, though - Mia is the nicest player I've ever known, and it doesn't matter to me how she got her character to look like she does. I will say, however, that I've gotten an uncomfortably close look at her before, and vice versa. Mia has finally said that it's okay to share this story to a handful of people I trust, so I'll divulge the secret we've held. You just have to promise that what I tell you will never leave this chatroom. Okay? Okay.
The entire disaster started when we heard about a mysterious dungeon that only opened at midnight, and for only two minutes before it closed again. No one had managed to get there in time to see what the dungeon had in store, and most were quite frankly intimidated by the possible enemies and bosses inside. I counted myself among their number, and I'm not ashamed to admit that I was terrified all the way there. "Just relax, Elk," she tried to soothe me. "It'll be fine." In front of the chosen point, we waited. Not a single other player was around - This dungeon was only available for our server, and no one had the fortitude to stay up for it, apparently. With a jolt, I saw that the gate opened. Mia and i plunged through together. There was a bright light, and my visual display went berserk.
When the lights stopped flashing in my eyes, I carefully opened them to look through my first-person perspective. "Mia?" No response. "Mia? Where are you?" I was getting worried. Something was very wrong about this dungeon, if I could just place my finger on it. There were spiralled crimson pillars rising up all over from the fuschia-tiled floor, and crackles of pink light were constantly shooting through the lofty shadows near the ceiling. Just as I was about to panic, I heard a gasp. "Mia! Thank goodness!" I turned to look.
"No, Elk, don't look!" It was too late. I just stared blankly, shocked by what I saw. There was Mia, purple and white fur normal, startled golden eyes blinking rapidly, ears laid back flat...And she was absolutely clad in nothing at all. Her ample bust was completely uncovered and plain to see, while there wasn't a scrap of clothing or armor to be seen. With a sinking kind of feeling in my stomach, I switched to third-person view. What I didn't need to get a look at was a practical close-up on my avatar's pasty backside. Switching back to first-person, I was desperately grateful that everyone else in the house was asleep on this night of a school vacation. Otherwise, some very strange explanations might be in order.
Mia awkwardly tried to cover herself. I had no idea what command to input, which made it all the more embarrassing. "Elk," she said, "I know you don't have a way to cover your character up, so can you just, just turn around? Please?" I gladly did so. Still embarrassed, I cautiously switched over to third-person again. Oh God my character's - Uuugh. Half-mast. I really, really wished Mia hadn't had to see that. But now, as I tried to get a less uncomfortable view, I found myself with a view of Mia over my character's shoulder.
It was kind of unsettling. She had slowly uncovered herself, much to my distress; now, I could plainly see where her eyes were trained. Apparently she liked that view of my avatar's amazingly pale - So much so as to almost be luminescent - Rear. I couldn't fathom what would be so enticing about the ghostly white buttocks that almost filled my screen before, but I knew that we couldn't stay here all night. "Mia," I whispered, "We need to get through this dungeon. I really, really feel uncomfortable." I could see her jump, startled by my speaking. If it weren't Mia, I would consider the way her chest bounced to be a wonderful sight. As it was right now, I really wanted to get through this place.
At last, we were relieved to find that our equipment was still in place, merely glitched and totally transparent. Our weapons appeared in hand easily, which would make it easier to face whatever monsters could lie in wait. Since Mia was a bit higher-levelled at the time and was definitely better at taking hits, she went on ahead.
I followed, trying not to ogle her. This glitch had put a great deal more detail into her rump than had ever been there before, even with it not covered by her armor. Meanwhile, I knew that we both shared the exact same thought, on some fundamental level:
Whoever designed this dungeon was an incredible jackass.