Romancing the Last Dryad

Book 1: Corruption

Chapter 1: Dawn of an Empress (Beginning of the Introduction Arc)

Beginning AN:

Alright. This is probably behind only 361 Striking Degrees as the story of mine I have overhyped the most.

Mature Content Warning: The most important thing I have to say about this is that this is a slow-burn story. There's not going to be wall-to-wall sex in every chapter and it'll overall be tamer than Nymphlopedia (even as it stands now, I'll be toning Nymphlopedia's content up a bit but like, I mean its tame state as of now), so if you're expecting this to just be "Pervy Lewd Fest 2021," well, this might disappoint you. There are no sex scenes at all in this beginning two-parter. There's some suggestive stuff, and I promise that the main Nymph here will stay naked throughout the entire story, (I fucking hate hate HATE the trope of "naked wild character meets human, but then develops a downright crippling sense of modesty and that's supposed to be seen as cute and good. Go look over at my Fictionpress, I pretty much came up with Hexadecisland to spite that trope because Joy Roy apparently wasn't enough for me to get it out of my system) so if you're like me and just want to see a casually naked heroine... here you go! There's lots of that! Oh yeah, there will be sex eventually, it'll be going for like "R-rated" rather than "X-rated" territory kind of, but it's not the focus of this. Again, Nymphlopedia is the better thing that's just pure fanservice, or it will be after I set a schedule to start rewriting it.

"Good morning, Trent!"

Hu-huh?! That voice, over the radio. It made a particular man - not Trent himself, that was the guy sitting next to him - finally wake up.

The man who just woke up looked like a wreck. As usual. Both the short black hair on his head and the small amount that formed a goatee, messed.

"Hey! Good morning to you too!" His Guide replied. They were about to land - the hot air balloon descending to the middle of an open field, with just a few sparse trees to dot the landscape. The man with the goatee tensed up and froze in fear - he knew that once he stepped out and that balloon would leave, that was it. There was no going back.

The island would be his new home, no matter what. The Shores of Sparkling, one of the several 'Islands of Nature,' far from the big cities and the like. Less boring desk work, way more death and monsters and magma. In other words, that was good motivation for Vince to step out. Desk work, yuck.

Anyway, he did just that. Step out. Why even bother thinking about his old life? It wasn't like he had any reason to go back to it. And even if he did, what, he'd probably have to pay a fee to travel all the way back home. And he couldn't really do that. What with him spending every last copper coin he had to get there in the first place.

Oh, right, the thing with the radio. Trent was holding on to one dearly. The only real piece of technology not related to a hot air balloon(A). The man wasn't sure how he even fell asleep, just...

Anyway, Trent spoke with the other person. "Did you just land? It sounded like you landed."

"We did! Vince and I are at our new homes."

Trent started looking around at the trees.

Vince sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll start making you a house. But I'm making mine first, got that?"

"Oh, no, I didn't mean to- I'm okay without a home for a bit. I'd still like one by night, but I can make one myself."

Well. Between the two of them, Vince was the one with the building tools. And he fancied himself as a builder... sort of.

It took hours. But he had... a few homes made. Shacks, really. But there were a lot of them. So... quantity... over... quality...?

"God." Said Vince. "That was boring."

"You better get used to it if you want more company!" Trent told him.

Yeah... yeah. In the mean time, he felt he'd do some exploration...

...Then it started getting late.

...While Vince was out 'venturing.

What? He didn't want a boring first night holed up fighting Zombies, so he thought he could go around preparing himself as much as possible to survive... long enough to make a nice bed. But alas, he couldn't. He... had trouble finding the materials to make the blanket. Trent was willing to sleep on a dirt pile, but Vince was not.

He ducked in to a cave right as night started to fall, not knowing that that would be a stupid - yet in the long term 'smart' - decision. Didn't want to die on his first night since he was hot air balloon-dropped on to the island.

The man only had a small handful of torches, some barebones copper tools, and no Recall Potions. He was extremely unlucky - which telling you right now, may or may not change, it's really up for debate. He found one treasure chest in his journey thus far, and that chest just had a step stool.

Oh. There.

On his last handful of torches, something happened to catch his eye by sheer luck. Off to the side from the tunnel heading down further, a piece of wood. Just looking for a few moments - it was a house! Even if it was riddled with holes, he could at least use that to shield himself from any Zombies that wanted to go down, or any subterranean horror that wanted to climb up. He already knew he'd still have to go a night without sleep, but whatever. He felt like he was going to have trouble sleeping even if he made it back to his home.

Unfortunately for him, he was right about the whole 'horror climbing up' thing. Vince also failed to notice the burning furnace just placed there, with the fresh smell of smelted metal, and the still-hot anvil, so it was a given he wasn't the first to claim the home in its original owner's absense.

He heard a broken window shut behind him - that got him on high alert, whipping his head around to see the source. Oh. It was someone who left, so he was alone-

Then he heard footsteps, running... right to the door.

The man took out his Copper Shortsword and pointed it at the doorway. Just in case.

"HEEELLLLLP!" A woman cried, bursting her way through the door. The 'survivalist' first saw her as a blur of pale blue and light tan, before getting a better look at her:

She had light blue mid-back length hair and eyes that matched it. The woman was completely naked, having a curvy, slim body with large breasts she could barely keep covered with one arm and a gigantic round ass that couldn't be covered at all. Her arm-bra wasn't perfect, in fact it looked like she wasn't even trying to cover herself (well you probably know, she wasn't), he could see her red-pink nipples quite a ways above her arm. The other hand was trying to hold on to the door as she closed it behind her, and of course it left her trimmed vulva completely exposed.

Meanwhile, he was just... some guy. With a stupid fucking goatee.

"Oh- oh I didn't know somebody was here!" He swore it sounded like she snorted. "Sorry! I'm naked because I lost my clothes!"

The man flinched, lept back, and still kept his sword out. "B-bth-but..." He felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Because he knew.

With the other arm having closed the door, she rather casually placed it over her groin. And then moved it forth from it, going out of her way to avoid skin-to-skin contact.

"Can I stay here for a moment? Sorry, I'm a bit weak... I don't have any gear at all." She continued. "But... surely, you must have something with you, right?"

"I'm almost unarmed too! This sword is all I have!"

"Oh. So, you'd be helpless too if a monster tried to eat you... that's bad." Another snort.

He took a few steps back. "You can't fool me! I've researched all about your kind! ...From what little I could! You're a Nymph, aren't you?!"

Just like that, the illusion was gone. She threw her hands away - also exposing her completely naked body to him - but then shortly after that, her skin turned pale green with some reddish-brown spots in various places. She bore a smug grin, with teeth that got sharper by the second.

"Yes." The Nymph flatly said.

And then she charged at him.

Shoot. Vince's life flashed before his eyes.

"I mean. Nymph's the whole race, I'm an Oread specifically, but I understand, you Humans don't know much about us."

He wasn't sure how he managed to, but he was able to duck out of a hole in the home just barely in time, swearing he could feel his shoe being touched by the Nymph's clawed hand just as he went out.

For some fucking reason the house was held up by tall wooden beams and way up above a pit, which resulted in a more painfull fall than what he was expecting.

Fortunately, the Nymph chasing him also took a bit of pain when she fell. She landed on her front, slamming against the rocks, arms and legs out like some slapstick cartoon character. That gave him just enough time to get up and start running off...

...Deeper in to the cave.

It was a bad choice, but hey, it was safer to go down the path of maybe monsters than try to run past the monster running right at him.

Naturally he went out in the darkness with just a torch before that could happen-

So it turned out the Nymph could recover quickly. He was blindly tackled, and the two tumbled a lot down a rocky slope. Past dirt, to hard stone.

When they landed, she was pinning him. And even admist the darkness, with just a faint sliver of light gleaming from a then-dropped torch, he could see her teeth shining at him. She was grinning, a clawed hand raised to go for his throat.

"AH!" She shouted, almost beginning a loud, banshee-like scream. "You know, you'll be my first-ever live kill! My food before that was from fallen Adventurers who got blown up or from all the critters running around here! Whelp! Time to make history!"

"PLEASE NO!" Vince cried out. "NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! IF I'M GONNA DIE ANYWAY, I... ALL I WANTED WAS A NYMPH HAREM!"

She lowered her claws and covered her teeth with her lips a bit. But was still smiling.

"Oh, really?" She asked. "That's good, I've always wanted a Nymph Harem!"

A pause.

"...And you're gonna let me go because we have that in common? Please?" The man begged.

"Mmmm... no! What about this, since you also know a little about us, why don't I see if you know a thing or two I don't? You can be my wingman! And your main job is to help me finally get with one of the greatest Nymphs under the world!"

"...Do I have to?"

Cheerfully, she said: "If you don't want me to eat you, yes!"

He frowned.

"So anyway, I think we should introduce ourselves first! Get to know each other, so that you can help other Nymphs get to know me! I'm Sonata!" She held her hand out, for a shake. And winked at him the whole time.

Great Scott. Vince thought that over as though shaking her hand would mean she could jump in to his body or something.

What the hell, he took her handshake. "Vincent, but I'd prefer if you call me Vince."

Sonata chuckled. "I was going to call you Vince even if you didn't want me to!"

Vince glared at her.

"What? I'm stronger than you, I own your ass, you can't do anything to me! I don't have to be nice to you! I'm going to be the ruler of a giant Naked Empire some day, I should start by making you my first-ever subject! Bow before the new Nymph Queen!"

Steam came out of Vince's nostrils.

"I bet you don't think Nymphs are hot anymore and you don't want a harem of them, right?" Sonata said.

Vince looked off to the side. He really needed to think about that, but he eventually said this: "...No because I'm not racist. You're just the first Nymph I've met. I'm sure the others are better than this."

"No, we're really not. So, here's what you do, I actually want two things, in addition to the harem there's this legendary sword-"

"IS SOMEBODY THERE?!" Both Vince and Sonata heard a scream coming out from the distance in the caverns. "HELLO, HELP!"

Both of them turned to see - Vince had to move his torch there - an especially web-filled part of the cave.

"...Is someone there?" Asked Sonata. Her just speaking made Vince flinch for some reason.

"Yes- YES! I should be asking you that! HELP! I'M TRAPPED IN A SPIDER NEST!"

"H-hey!" Vince cried out. "That could be a Nymph!"

Sonata looked like she was about to say something, but thought it over. Then shrugged.

"I guess you're right. BUT! I'm a Nymph myself!"

"They kill each other too!"

Sonata shrugged. "Well, I want to save her anyway. If she isn't a Nymph, I get to be a hero, or you get to be a hero and I'll run off if she doesn't like my whole 'be my wingman or die' angle for some reason. If she is, we practice, and I'll let you go if you can hook us up! On the other hand, if she isn't a Nymph, she could be a monster killer that kills me... or she could be a hostile Nymph that kills me... then you'd win! It's a win-win!"

"I'm pretty sure that doesn't work that way, or that those are the only possibilit-"

He then saw Sonata walking off to the spider nest. Wandering off, completely unarmed-

No, Sonata took a Copper Shortsword of her own out of her hair, chuckling a bit.

He stared at her. For more than one reason, after seeing that sword.

For some reason, despite having the perfect excuse to just take off, Vince did not. Anyway, he tore his way through the webs, following after Sonata, almost in an act of teamwork...

Ah, good, at least she wasn't that deep inside.

Withn a short distance, wrapped partly in web, was a woman with deep pinkish hair, dressed in a blue apron over an otherwise normal white and blue outfit.

"You're not a Nymph trying to trick me, are you?!" Vince asked her. On edge. Sonata just turned to him and chuckled.

Some giant, pale brown spider crawled from the depths of the web-covered terror, all eight eyes looking at her. And the two most recent apparent meals.

"Are you KIDDING ME?!" The woman with the magenta hair asked, eyes on the - oh Vince recognized that, it's a Wall Creeper he went his entire life without seeing one in person and would have loved for that streak to continue - the whole time.

"Nymphs can... kind of tame animals!" Vince shouted. "That could just be your act!"

"ONE OF YOU JUST SAVE ME, PLEASE!"

Sonata was the one to spring to action. She tried to hack away with her own personal Copper Shortsword. However, unsurprisingly to those who played the game, it was a piece of shit and did terribly against Spiders. At most she managed to get the spider that was going after the woman to take one leg back.

Thankfully, Sonata wasn't a Human. She could just hack away with her claws and punch the spider backwards. That worked well. No need to use that shitty sword.

Finally, Vince made his choice. The whole 'captured by a Nymph and forced to be a wingman despite being terrible at dating-related stuff actually' made him briefly forget something crucial about the race and all the subtypes he was very, very familiar with researching:

The woman in the webbing was wearing clothes! Of course she couldn't be a Nymph! It was... like...

"Why did you even think this was a Nymph anyway?" Sonata asked, chuckling. "Look at her. She's got clothes. Rule #1. Nymphs do not wear clothes.

"Period."

The Wall Creeper hissed at all three of them. And anyway, Vince thought over... definitely not a Nymph...

So, she'd pick his side then! Because this wasn't some shitty comedy where the man is always in the wrong and everybody with two X-chromosomes teams up to make him miserable! (Yeah this actually isn't, the "few" times every woman does give Vince slack it's because he genuinely deserves it.) So he tried hacking his sword away at the webbing.

"Oh, thank both of you, hon." She said.

"Don't thank both of us! The Nymph is not working with me!"

They paused a bit. Sonata was kind of wrestling with the Wall Creeper - god that was a weird thing to look at. A gorgeous, naked woman in full fight mode... but her opponent was a hideous, creepy giant spider. Anyway, the trapped woman - definitely not a Nymph on account of wearing clothes - managed to wriggle around a little.

"You just need to worry about freeing my arms, I think I can get myself out- okay, I'm good!"

"Really?! But your shirt, your pants-"

Oh.

She chose to just slip out of her outfit. Discarding her apron, shirt, pants, shoes, socks... she thankfully did have a rather tight pink bra and matching pair of panties on, at least.

Vince was not expecting her to be completely free so soon and fell on his ass once she got out. And then, as if she didn't just lose all her outerwear and didn't have bloodthirsty spiders (and a bloodthirsty Nymph) right behind her, she held a hand out for a handshake.

"I'm Iris." The Stylist said.

"Vince." He replied. Then he pointed at Sonata. "And she's not important. Let's get out of here."

Vince also threw one of his diminishing number of torches at the webs, lighting them ablaze. Sonata looked at that fire starting and quickly spreading around to her position, but just gave him a stupid grin and a thumb's up.

"Hey, good idea! Torch this whole place! I deal with Wall Creepers too much anyway-"

"Let's RUN!" Vince shouted.

He and Iris were already off. Neither of them got to see Sonata suplexing the one spider (one of the most impressive feats of her life up to that point), and then rushing off to chase them.

"So you thought I was a Nymph?" Iris asked during their run, giving Vince an amused smirk. "Really now?"

Vince sighed. "I was just attacked by one! And I knew she was a Nymph anyway! Didn't save me from being made in to her slave! So, yeah I was a little jumpy, and I probably wouldn't have saved your life if Sonata - that's the Nymph - didn't jump in and also... I don't know I'm sorry."

She thought about it, then shrugged. "To be fair... I woulda done the same."

"WHAT?! How could you-"

Oh, right. They both stopped their run when they realized something.

Neither of them could get up that drop from the underground house.

Dead end.

Vince would learn later that Iris dropped down in almost the exact same way he did, except she fell from the house because of a Skeleton.

Both Vince and Iris heard Sonata laughing as she slowly walked over to them. Not like a Saturday Morning Cartoon villain-evil laugh. More like someone who saw something funny.

"You're kidding, you didn't even bring rope down here?" She asked. "Well, time for me to reveal my twist: I had another scenario in mind! One where the woman wasn't a Nymph, but she becomes my wing-woman too! With a woman's opinion, that boosts my chances of Lindsey liking me!"

She was in her 'true' Nymph form, of course. And had a smug smirk on her face as she emerged from the shadows. A Wall Creeper 'snuck up' behind her, backmost right leg still just barely finished putting out the fire on it, but Sonata casually punched it in the face and sent it crawling in the opposite direction.

Winking, she pointed an index finger from both hands at them. She was still holding the copper weapon, and did an impressive job at keeping it in her one hand like that. "You're both gonna be mine now!"

Vince grumbled. He kicked at the stone below him. "Come on, Iris." He told the spider-escapee. "We can fight her off! Two on one! She might have a sword, but it's a bad sword! I think whatever you have is better! And I've still got an axe, a pickaxe, some torches... a bit of slime-"

"Please. I'll join you if you just let 'im go." Iris said.

Vince froze and looked at her. He wasn't sure what to think. And, based on Sonata looking in confusion, she didn't either.

"What are you doing?" Vince whispered to Iris.

"You saved me. I figured I should return the favor."

"You've been through a lot already! Those spiders!"

"Are you offering yourself to let me go?"

"Well... um..." Vince forced himself to smile. "Yes! Yes, I totally am!" And then he turned to Sonata with an evil bigger, faker grin. "Take me and not her! And let us- I mean, her go!" He then aggressively leaned to her and whispered: "I have a town back at home. Not far from here is a guy named Trent. Tell him to get backup and find me."

"I think I have a better shot at fending for myself than you. I have these scissors - but I think they're in the middle of that fire now - you... just have some copper tools..."

"Yeah but you... are wearing less!"

"Heh! Come on, our enemy is naked!" Iris sighed. "We... don't even know if she'll go through with this. I mean, why let one of us go outside when she could have both."

"Oh, outside!" Vince facepalmed. After slowly slipping his hand from his head, he turned to Iris. "Right, it's still night! You go, then. The Zombies will probably kill me. You seem like you know what you're doing more than I do. And that's with finding you caught in the spider webs."

"Not to brag honey," Iris was likewise looking Vince in the eye. Neither of them could even see Sonata, "but... yes, I think I do."

"AAARRGH!" Sonata got their attentions with her breakdown, dropping and kicking at her fresh sword. "You guys are taking the fun out of this! Why can't I just have a funny little kidnapped sidekick that just rolls with me and at most makes sad faces but learns to love me after putting up with my hijinks?!"

Walking her green-and-red body over to the wall, she began digging away at the slope.

"What are you doing?" Asked Vince.

"Digging you out. Both of you can go."

Vince was, again, at a complete loss of knowing what to do.

Iris wasn't.

"Okay, thank you..." She said. Beginning to climb up-

No wait, she ran back to the Spider Nest, came out with the Scissors, and then she was ready to go.

Vince stood in place as the two women he had just met - in a terrifying, dark cave 'adventure' in the middle of the night - both parted ways. Nymph and Human. Cavern and Surface. He sighed.

"Wait."

Sonata didn't wait, so that got Vince to cut to the chase:

"I'll be your wingman!"

"Don't bother." Sonata said.

"No, I mean, I would have done it anyway if you had just asked instead of... you know, jumping straight to trying to kill me!"

Okay, that got her attention. "Wait, really? Dammit!"

"Yes! Like I said, I would have loved to get a Nymph harem!"

"A what now?!" Asked Iris. Oh, and no, she wasn't 'offended.' Just surprised. Because Human-to-Human that idea sounded stupid as all hell. It still sounded stupid most race-to-most race, even Nymph-to-Nymph.

"Oh, dammit then! Y- you know what? Why don't you help out?! I'll still get what I want anyway... Lindsey has a lot of food so I know I won't starve..."

"Just promise to drop the whole 'eating me' thing."

"Promise! Now, a lot of miners were around here, their carts are still around. Lindsey's army finished building them and turned them in to a network going all around these islands with her house at the middle, I'll show you around..."

Her eyes wandered around the caves... looking... looking...

Hrm. There.

Some carts. On some tracks. That just lead off in to a dark abyss.

Vince shrugged. Sonata (probably...?) wasn't trying to kill him any more and the night was still young and full of Zombies. He didn't really have anything better to do.

There was just one cart though, for all the tracks that went there.

"The three of us are gonna have to fit in that." Sonata said. "W-wait, three? Iris, why are you still here?"

Iris shrugged. "Vince isn't going to the surface, I don't think you are... there's safety in numbers."

"Okay. I'm not gonna complain about having more help. I never will. So, on we go!"

And thus, they all boarded in - uncomfortably. Iris requested that Vince be in the middle so that she wouldn't have to touch a Nymph directly, and well... basically that was a win-win-win scenario right there. Vince got to be the one between two women, the most dressed of whom was half-naked; Iris got to be at the back in case something happened and they'd hit something nasty, she'd at least be farthest from the threat; and Sonata got to be in charge at the front, like a proud leader, pointing her finger forward and leaning out. Which, in turn, also gave Vince a great view of her ass.

Which was an amazing, fat ass.

"So, what was that other thing you wanted?" Vince asked.

"Oh, the sword?" Sonata replied. "Yeah, it's called the Zenith. I just learned about it. For most of the 500 years of my life I was fine just using my fists and the occasional magic gemstone I could get my hands on, but this has given me an actual, tangible goal in case... well just in case I really need it, or I somehow just like have the entire Nymph world hate me. It's a sword made from a lot of other swords together." She waved around her sword for emphasis. "This is Step 1! The Copper Shortsword! And don't ask me why it has to be a shortsword, it does. I just smelted this earlier! Right before I met you! But yeah, forget about that, I just want to chat Nymphs up. The Zenith is Plan B. In case the Nymph-talking doesn't go so well. Like, say if they killed me. Then I could just make the Zenith instead and have that to be proud of. It seems easier to get too."

Anyway, they went forward to the darkness.

Nymphs in General.

"Nymphs" as a whole refer to the original nature guardian figures of Terraria, the first race of the planet. They hate clothing with a burning passion. While males exist, they are overwhelmingly female, yet they can reproduce bisexually or asexually through a complicated process. The two main sub-races are the Dryads and the Oreads, although with their kind barring the Dryads falling to obscurity, Non-Nymphs have used "Nymph" as a catch-all term to all other types, especially the Oreads. The Dryads, Oreads, and all the Variants in-between had lived in harmony long long ago, yet a series of disagreements and boiling wars drove them apart. Today, the Oreads mostly live in the Underworld together, with a few attempting to breach to higher ground for one reason or another, while the Dryads have been exterminated by a force from beyond this world.

...All but one.

Vince's Comment: Okay, call it shallow, but they walk around naked all the time and they're naturally polygamous and by default they've got these... nice figures. That's why I'm interested in them. Yeah, I'm a horny loser, are you surprised?

Sonata's Comment: Us Oreads are like a gateway drug to the rest of these guys. Usually, you've gotta be around my type and then the others just start coming in and showing themselves. Unless you go out of your way and venture to the more dangerous spots of the world first. But yeah, as a general rule, Nymph friends can be used to find other Nymph friends. The rule, Rule #1, is that Nymphs do not wear clothes. Period.

Footnotes:

A: What, do you have a better explanation for how the Terrarian spawns in the middle of the world? And no, I'm not gonna go with "literally just spawning on being made by 'the Player.'" I don't know how common these are in Terraria fanwork, but for this, there aren't going to be "video game mechanics are exactly how they are in-game in this story." I will tell you right now this means there will be no "respawning," no "glitches," and bosses aren't able to just phase through "blocks." Which also, by the way, aren't a thing here; nothing's made of "blocks." Enemies can "heal" too, and won't "despawn from existence" just from moving too far away from the MC, etc etc.

Oh yeah I guess "They came from the background" is a valid answer. Uh... shoot.

Closing AN:

Wow, so for those that read through Nymphlopedia, you'd probably get this:

It's a weird feeling when you're watching random episodes of a show that already has its main group as this established band of buddies and then you go to the pilot where you see MC completely by himself and not knowing of the rest of them, suddenly the good guy best bud is a bad guy, etc etc. I mean with streaming services letting you start from the beginning this isn't an issue anymore but it's still kind of odd, and I think... because the Nymphlopedia stories where Sonata and Vince know one-another at first were published first, you read my stories by publish order, you get that feeling. If that makes sense.

Terraria is owned by Re-Logic and created by Andrew "Redigit" Spinks, I have zero legal ownership of it, this is a free work in tribute to it, however horny that tribute may be. Anyone is absolutely free (and encouraged!) to do as they wish with my original characters, Sonata and the plethora of Nymphs, Non-Nymph allies, and "new boss fights" (and enemies too I guess while I'm rounding things out), whatever. I won't however read/comment on it if it's... well, overly fetishy or super hateful/toxic or just like... I don't know, the point is, while I'm happy at the idea of someone doing stuff with my characters, I have limits, I won't praise fanstuff if it crosses a certain line. Try not to copy-paste from this or any other source, I'm not a fan of fanworks that just copypaste from the original material, it's lazy writing. Also, I won't comment if it puts the Nymphs in clothes. Rule #1, Nymphs do not wear clothes. Period. My only actual request - I know this happening is unlikely, I just want to cover all bases - is that you please do not monetize any of the original characters you'll see in upcoming chapters (paying someone else for a commission of them is fine, something like drawing your own art of them then paywalling the nudes of them isn't). By the way, I don't really count Sonata under that rule since she's technically the Nymph enemy from vanilla Terraria. You wanna paywall Dryad nipples, that's Re-Logic's problem, not mine.