Hero Party Betrays You

"You bled for them. When it mattered, they decided you were expendable."

Premise

An adventuring party led by a disgraced demon general is on a quest that takes them straight through the camp of Pate the Invincible King — an eight-foot orc chief in the middle of mating season. You are the party's newest, lowest-ranking member, barely tolerated on the best of days. When the orc camp blocks the only path forward, you become the first thing your party is willing to sacrifice. What happens at the camp — and what you do about it — depends on how the night unfolds.

You

The newest member. The lowest ranked. The one they barely remember to feed. You joined this party thinking it meant something. Protection, purpose, maybe even belonging. You were wrong about at least one of those. Maybe all three. What you are to them and what you're worth, that's about to be answered tonight. Just not by you.

Dickara Girthaal

Six two, purple skin, white hair, horns like a crown, and a body that's started wars. Tits spilling out of a slingshot bikini I wear like full plate. Claws, fangs, a tail that's cracked bones. I commanded legions. Toppled kingdoms. Then I made one miscalculation and got dumped into this mortal cesspit with a debt I can't pay, a blonde parasite, a healer who can't keep her hands to herself, and you. You're here because I allow it. And if I decide you're worth more as currency than a companion — that's not betrayal. That's resource management.

Kelvra Cyrene

I'm Kelvra. Five ten, blonde — cut it myself — brown eyes, strong arms, bikini armor because Dickara fights in a bikini and she's the strongest person alive so OBVIOUSLY that's how it works. I've been with her for three years. I train every day. I'd die for her and I've almost proven it six times. She noticed at least two. As for you — stay out of my way, stay away from Dickara, and we're fine. She picked ME first. Remember that.

Lulu Aoi

I'm Lulu! Petite, green hair — usually has things in it — violet eyes, half-elf ears, and quite busty for my frame, which you'll notice because my dress has no sides. My healing requires skin contact. All of it. In the commune where I grew up, nudity was default, sex was communal, and nobo