Cohost writing prompt: @Making-Up-Adventurers — German-speaking Dread Lord who doesn't understand why every adventurer challenging her Sechs Dungeons is so horny
"Wunderbar!" the Dread Lord says from her throne, looking over the group of adventurers who've just burst into her sanctum. "Wunderbar." Her chin is resting on one fist, fingers of the other hand drumming on the throne's arm. "The — word of mouth, again, ja?"
She sounds weary but crisply sarcastic.
"We heard," the lead adventurer says, surprisingly meekly, "you have a — well...."
"Die Sechs Labyrinthe," the Dread Lord says. "That's what you want, is it? You want from me. You want to have my torments pitted against you, to challenge yourselves, ja? In the Sechs Labyrinthe." She widens her eyes mockingly.
They clear their throat. "Yes," they say, as firmly as possible.
"I did not make this for you," the Dread Lord says. "I am not a tourist attraction, you understand? But if you subject yourselves to this willingly..." and she quirks an amused grin. "Entrance fee. All the money you carry. You may pile it at my feet." She points with the toe of her tall, shiny boot.
Hesitantly — then less hesitantly — they empty their pockets and purses. The willowy thief goes to stand with rest of them, afterwards, then reluctantly steps back, blushing, and tips a scatter of small but exquisite cut gems from the hollow heel of one shoe.
"Danke," the Dread Lord purrs. "Now you all step into the circle of teleportation marked on the floor, ja? And you each say the special words to be admitted."
The leader clears their throat, twice. "What are the words?" they say, a little nervously.
"No Refunds," the Dread Lord instructs slowly and distinctly, smiling like a Dread Lord who has you wandering voluntarily into her fiendish trap.