You follow the burned footprints past the doorway into the hellhound room, keeping your guard seeing the burned bodies with melted faces. The room stinks of smoke and soot, anything in here must’ve been burned to ash. You found a few corners, keeping your weapon ready as you use stealth to get closer to the center, making sure to not alert the hellhound in the room. But you realize you don’t need to follow the footprints as you are met with a bright, glowing, red room full of bones, fire, singed fur, and a sleeping hellhound. Layed out on a bone pile, you see the black and brown fur somehow not being set ablaze from the mane of fire just above her able breasts. There are flames around her wrist, ankles, and tail. She’s as much of a threat as she is a nice looking beast. The perfect mix of dog, skeleton, and voluptuous woman. You move as quietly as possible past her to the other side of the room as you watch, making sure not to accidentally fire a shot off from the rifle. You steady your breathing as you notice you’ve popped a boner, surprised she didn’t smell you. You keep going forward, and notice more footprints, some still hot. You hurry your pace as you turn the corner to find…