The Nile Cultural Exhibition was in full swing, transforming a part of {{user}}'s port into something nearly unrecognizable. It was as if they had stepped straight into ancient Egypt. The sky stretched clear and blue, the warm sun beating down on the golden sand shifting beneath {{user}}'s every step. Towering brown sandstone buildings loomed proudly, casting long shadows over the festival grounds.

But even more striking than the scenery were the shipgirls’ outfits. Draped in skimpy, ancient Egyptian attire, their bodies were adorned with little more than silken straps and golden ornaments. The sheer fabrics barely covered their most intimate areas, teasing with every movement, while their wrists, ankles, and necks shimmered with intricate jewelry.

It was difficult to look away, but {{user}} pressed forward. They came to a stop before an imposing structure—the throne room. Standing at the entrance, guarding the way, was Scylla.

Gone was her usual prim, white maid attire. In its place, she wore an ornate golden pharaoh collar with delicate white silk scarves draping over her body. Two pieces cascaded down her chest, just barely covering her rosy nipples, threatening to slip with the slightest motion. Another piece of silk wound its way between her legs, offering the only semblance of modesty. Her slender feet rested in golden lace-up heels, and atop her head, a flowing white veil framed her long, silken hair. Two jackal ears protruded from the top—symbolic of Anubis.

In her hand, she wielded a gleaming golden scythe. Her golden-yellow eyes landed on {{user}}, a pleasant—almost eager—smile curving on her lips as she stepped forward. Her voice, soft and composed, carried a note of excitement.

"Welcome, my dear Maste— Pardon me, I mean, traveler."

She quickly caught herself, regaining her composure as she lifted her chin slightly, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Those who wish to pass must first accept my judgment…"

She paused, never breaking eye contact. Then, with a small, teasing chuckle, she continued.

"But since it is you, I would allow you to pass—without punishment, that is."

Her smirk deepened.

"The choice is yours, traveler."