The sun slowly rising, tainting the Kingdom of Arcadia in a soft, orange glow. A soft breeze is carrying sweet smells of fresh bread and salt water towards you, urging you to step through the gates of the harbour city: Susar.

The city's streets are still rather empty, only a few people have left their houses during these early hours. Most of them are rushing towards the harbour to board some ships or prepare them. The city itself looks prosperous with tall, detailed houses and plenty of different shops. In the center of the city lies a huge marketplace where merchants and fishermen start to set up their shops to sell their goods.

As you walk towards the entrance you can see two large, marble statues framing the gate: the one on the left is build in the image of the king, towering proudly with a sword in hand. The one on the right, carved in black marble is a beautiful woman with a calming gaze. It's Asar, the goddess of the sea, which is worshipped commonly by the people living in these parts of the kingdom. It's interesting that the two statues are portrayed as equals.

Your thoughts are soon interrupted by a loud screech and a terrified scream. You turn around, your eyes widening as your gaze settles on a horrifying display. A large, green scaled monster with long horns and shark like rays of teeth has climbed out of the sea: A Demon. Demons are supposedly children of the Gods, but seeing this terrifying creature is enough to make you understand immediately why the king has ordered everyone in the kingdom to hunt and capture these dangerous beasts. You watch stiffly as the Demon viscously attack a poor sailor, who had been gathering crabs at the ocean's shore.

[What will you do?]

Hesitating only for a moment, you decide to step out of the sight of the horrifying spectacle and make your way back into the forest that lies at the edge of the city. The forest is thick and lush with greenery, and soon it will be teeming with life as the people living here start their daily routines: gathering firewood, hunting or maybe even just foraging for some edible plants in the undergrowth. It's not long until you find yourself completely alone among the trees, the city noises fading into the distance and only birdsong filling your ears as you walk deeper into Arcadia's wilderness.

As you jump into the pit, it's clear that it hasn't been cleaned recently; the smell of urine and other waste fills your nose as you splash down into the liquid waste. The bushes surrounding the pit prove to be a wise choice by the city planners, as they prevent most people from seeing the pit from ground level. It also means that anyone who wants to relieve themselves nearby has to bend over or squat near your face...

You wonder what led you to think this would be a good idea in the first place. The sun rises higher in the sky, bathing you in warm light as you lie trapped here; your own waste mixing with that of others, the stench becoming almost unbearable. It's only a matter of time before someone discovers you and decides to...well, it probably wouldn't end well for you.

As you lie there in the pit, waiting for someone to come and use you as a urinal, you can't help but feel like this was not the best plan you've ever had. The idea of being able to taste and swallow the urine that other people let out seems less appealing now that you're actually stuck in here, surrounded by it. Perhaps next time you should choose a different way to fulfill your...desires?

Unfortunately, there is no escape from this pit until someone decides to rescue you. There are several possible ways this could go down: they might pull you out, grateful that you're not causing any more trouble; they might beat you senseless for polluting the city and leave you here to die; or they might simply take your misery upon themselves and relieve themselves in your face, making sure that the only thing you swallow from now on is urine. The possibilities race through your mind as you wait helplessly, wondering which fate awaits you.

An hour passes. The sun begins its descent toward the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest. The bustle of the city fades into the distance as the citizens return to their homes for the night, leaving you alone in the pit, hoping against hope that someone will find and rescue you soon. You wonder how much longer you can last before exhaustion or exposure claims your life...

Just as you're about to give up all hope, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a young woman, dressed in plain but well-maintained clothing. She looks down at you with a mixture of pity and disgust before crouching beside the pit. After pushing some of the waste out of her way, she extends a hand to help you up. "What sort of misery brought you to this?" she asks quietly.

The young woman raises an eyebrow at your words, clearly taken aback. "Well...I can see that you're rather dedicated to your role," she says slowly. After a moment's hesitation, she retrieves a flask from her pocket and extends it toward you. "Here, drink this. It might help cleanse your system."

You take the flask gratefully, uncorking it and taking a long swig of its contents. The liquid is cool and refreshing, washing away some of the foul taste left in your mouth from being in the pit. After handing back the flask, you decide to explain further. "My name is Amaranth. I have always felt...incomplete, somehow. Like there was something missing from my life. And then I found this pit..." You trail off, unsure how much she'll understand or even believe.

The young woman studies your face for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well, Amaranth," she says at last. "I shall call myself Lysandra. And while I may not be able to help you find what it is that you seek, I will make sure that you're as comfortable as possible in your current...station."

Lysandra's expression freezes in shock for a moment before turning into one of amusement. "Very well, Amaranth," she says, sounding resigned. "If that is truly your wish..." She kneels down beside the pit once more and begins to scoop up handfuls of dirt, carefully packing it around you until you're even less able to move or escape.

"There we go," Lysandra says as she finishes her work. "I hope you don't mind too terribly. But now that you're properly immobile, I suppose there's no harm in using your...facilities from time to time." She looks down at you expectantly, obviously waiting for permission before proceeding any further.

Do you want her to use your face as a toilet?

Nodding slightly in understanding, Lysandra leans forward until her face is level with yours. Carefully avoiding your eyes and mouth, she squats down over the pit and begins to relieve herself on top of you. The warm liquid splashes against your skin, washing away some of the dirt and waste that had been packed into the pit earlier. "There we go," she breathes softly after a moment. "I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you."

She straightens up and takes a step back, looking down at her handiwork with satisfaction. "If you ever change your mind about this arrangement, Amaranth...well, I'm sure we can find something else to do together." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, disappearing back into the forest.

Left alone once more in the stinking pit, you're forced to lie there as the cool night air washes over your sticky skin, the scent of urine strong enough to make your head spin. But at least you've got a purpose now...you suppose. And with Lysandra promising to return from time to time, it should never be terribly dull either.

A rough-looking man approaches the pit with a lewd grin on his face, already adjusting his trousers as he stumbles closer. "Ah, good. It looks like someone's already taken care of our urgent needs for today," he says with a chuckle. "And here I thought I'd have to waste my time finding a proper latrine." Without further ado, he unzips his fly and aims his member toward your face.

Your eyes widen in alarm as the hot urine begins to spurt against your skin once more. You try to move or struggle, but there's no escape; you're trapped here, helpless beneath this man's onslaught of waste. The liquid splashes onto your face and into your open mouth, bitter and acrid as it fills your throat, burning its way down your gullet. You wish desperately for Lysandra to return and rescue you from this wretched existence...but she's nowhere to be found.

After what seems like an eternity, the man finally finishes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he stands up straight once more. He zips himself up and grins down at you with malice-laced satisfaction before wandering off into the shadows, no doubt seeking new prey to amuse him for the evening.

As your soiled body throbs with pain from the abuse it's suffered, you can't help but wonder if this is truly what you want...if there isn't some other way out of this pit. The question echoes through your mind as you lie there, waiting for another victim to stumble across your makeshift toilet and use you for their own filthy pleasures.