The shifting darkness of sleep swirl around you, tussling your hair pleasantly as you sink deeper into the dream. Every breath making your curled body relax and melt in its hiding spot.
Your consciousness drifts to the Receptionist. "This is quite boring, chap," they say, eyes leveling with yours, baring into you roughly. "Why not make things interesting," that disturbing grin returns to their face, stretching their angelic features demonically across their childlike face. Their hair glowing, sending strange shadows across their already disturbing and evil looking face. "I want something more fun and painful...hmmm," their voice is low and mysterious, the same voice they used when they offered you a way to survive. "Let's make it interesting, I'll let you skip this floor on the condition that the guardian gets to have some fun with you before you go." They lick their lips perversely, their feminine face contorting into a horny glare that radiates primal lust and dark fantasy.
Your blood runs cold at their offer, how could you accept that, she wants to claim you in the worst ways, to fill you and pin you and...peg you. Why would you give yourself up for that? You shake your head, muscles moving smoothly and frustratedly, fear filling your eyes as you think of the things she'd do to you if she were given a free pass. Your hole gives a pathetic, fearful twitch at the thought while your buddy, thankfully, stays soft and unaroused by any of the ideas that come to mind. Your head continues its adamant shake as the Receptionist remains smiling. "What if i give it an hour, one hour and if thou art caught thy may skip the floor after five minutes of the Guardians desires being fulfilled by you. And if you somehow manage to survive the hour you're free to skip to the next floor straight away." Their eyes are wide with focus and malicious intent. The angelic eyes baring into you with the lust of a succubus, "how does that sound instead?" they ask.
This deal is definitely more appealing to you, it means you won't have to hide for the full amount of time but it also takes away your second chance, if you're caught, the things she'll do to you in those five minutes probably aren't good at all.
The Receptionist continues looking at you with lust, malice and all manner of unpleasant feelings swirl in the air around him. Each breath you take comes in long and drawn out, every small twitch of your lungs is agonizingly contemplatory. Every thought is stretched as you continue to consider the offer, an hour of hiding and if all goes wrong it's only five minutes, most likely five minutes of anal torture designed to destroy the rectal ring and stretch you until you can't clench properly. Even with all the downsides and the prospect of being tortured and used like an onahole by a woman the advantage of it is massive, you feel like it would be in your best interest to go along with what the deal. An hour of hiding then onto the next floor. The deal is too good to pass up and the Receptionist knows it.
"What if I say you can struggle during the five minutes so that you can whittle the clock down further and have less time having thy chastity of the nether regionous buttocks ravaged?" The Receptionist adds, small forked tongue darting out to wet his lips, the lips that are still locked in that disturbing and lustful smile. That addition to the deal feels like it outweighs the bad sides, you find yourself being swayed by the option and you eventually find your voice, "I have ten minutes after I wake up as a grace period," your voice barely trembles as you speak.
The Receptionist eyes widen eagerly, their smile elongating to his ear (literally), "deal." they say finally. your body goes weightless and you fall into a pit as you realise what you agreed to. You wake up.