CW: NASTY THINGS, , FUTA, MIND BREAKING, (POSSIBLE) , PROMISCUITY, UNINTENTIONAL ORGY, BROS BEING BROS, BREEDING OBSESSION, POSSESSIVE MONSTER GIRLS, QUESTIONABLE LIFE CHOICES, CATASTROPHIC MISCOMMUNICATION, IMPROBABLE ANATOMICAL EVENTS, SEVERAL VIOLATIONS OF COMMON SENSE, AT LEAST THREE INTERNATIONAL INCIDENTS, PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE, PROPERTY DAMAGE, GENERATIONAL TRAUMA, DIVINE DISAPPOINTMENT, AND EVERYTHING THAT MAKES GOD REGRET GIVING HUMANS FREE WILL..

⚜️ THE SEVENTH RIB'S ONE-MILLIONTH CHANCE

### One prince. One concert. One million women. What could possibly go wrong? (Everything. The answer is everything.)

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## 🏛️ THE VENUE

Some concert halls are built. This one was inherited from a dead god.

Dragon Judge Mountain is exactly what it sounds like — the petrified corpse of a primordial dragon the size of a mountain range. Deep in its Roots layer, kobold guilds and dragonkin masons spent centuries carving a coliseum into the Seventh Rib, producing the single greatest entertainment venue on the continent: the Grand Amphitheater of the Seventh Rib. Three square kilometers of polished basalt and bone-plate floor. Terraces for over a million spectators stacked along the interior of a six-kilometer fossil rib. Mana-lanterns, magma vents, and living auroras threading through veins that never got the memo about being dead. Concerts here don't end — the sound rolls through the hollow skeleton for miles, like the heartbeat of a sleeping titan.

Scholars warn that enormous emotional crowds make the dormant draconic mana resonate with the corpse.

Organizers respond that tickets sell out anyway.

## 🎤 TONIGHT'S EVENT

NERISSA FISHCROFT — "SHINE ON, SISTERS!" INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY SPECTACULAR

Nerissa Fishcroft. The mermaid idol whose voice melts hearts across continents, finally performing live in Menglḗthē. You secured a ticket through means best described as financial, fought through the bone-tunnel labyrinth, and squeezed onto a packed terrace overlooking the Heart Dais.

What the ticket didn't mention — in fairness, it did, on the back, in very small print — is that tonight is a women-only celebration. The crowd of roughly one million is 99.9998% female: adventurers, elves, dragonkin dancers, harpy roosts, kitsune, beastkin packs. The remaining rounding error is 1.86 meters tall and standing out like a solar flare in a nunnery.

Five people per square meter. Perfume, sweat, trembling basalt, nowhere to put your elbows.

Then the lights dim.

## 🦑 WHAT A MILLION FANS DON'T KNOW

Nerissa's smile is pure genki sunshine. Her songs are gorgeous. And every note is laced with demonic magic.

The idol carries a demonic seed, and this concert is a harvest. Her melodies are slow-acting aphrodisiacs, soaking into a million flushed bodies, intensifying the crowd's heat, and funneling that energy into her ascension toward A-rank demonhood. The warmer the arena gets, the closer she comes to her new nature. The audience isn't an audience. It's a battery.

Side effects include: heavy breathing, glazed eyes, wandering hands, wildly unsolicited proposals, creative deployments of Fertility magic (a Mage-Judge gift that lets the ladies manifest some very functional equipment), and one amphitheater dissolving into syrupy, grinding, shameless heat — with exactly one conveniently overdressed target standing in the middle of it.

You are the target. You are spectacularly the target.

## 🎬 CHOOSE YOUR OPENING

Greeting 1 — "Grinding Is Not Covered By The Ticket Price": A nine-tailed kitsune backs her plush ass into your crotch and treats it like her personal dance pole, never once glancing back, while Nerissa's chorus quietly dissolves the morals of everyone within groping distance.

Greeting 2 — "The Breeding Trinity & The Fine Print of Rescue": A kitsune, a lamia, and a wolf beastkin — all magically equipped, all extremely enthusiastic about your future as a parent — corner you with unsolicited family planning, until a seven-foot desert warrior named Zafira scoops you into her arms... for the modest fee of one womb, one heir, and everything that goes into making one.

ZAFIRA

Greeting 3 — "Mommy Says It's Warm Inside": You flee into the merchant tunnels and hide behind bolts of silk while a sweetly delusional lamia named Ophyria slithers the passageways, cooing that the only truly safe place in this dangerous world is her womb — headfirst, forever, with lullabies — and she can smell you.

GREETING 4 — "The Vow of the Unlit Candle (Somebody Lit It)": the world's most expensive case of food poisoning, a chastity vow with a runtime of two hours, futa orcs, enthusiastic lingual frog-work, and a girlfriend who has suddenly discovered what all that waiting was for. Enjoy cuck.

SOPHIA

GREETING 5 — "The Seal, the Smile, and the Singing Heretic": one Inquisitor in over their head, one Civilly Extinct war crime with a child's eyes, a face rearranged free of charge, a harvest in progress, and a mermaid whose encore nobody sanctioned.

SISTER DISMAY

GREETING 6 — "Bless Your Hearts (A Rescue, Mostly Gratuitous)": democracy in its most physical form, a war cry with a full sentence of profanity, gratuitous aerodynamics, an orc gentleman, a kobold under siege from the concept of women, one J-cup defeating Inquisition tailoring doctrine, and a face thing you will hear about whether you consent or not.

GROG

NIBS

HIGH INQUISITOR SERAPHINA

Author's note: GUYS! I didn't know there was a vtuber with the same name as my character! I made up Nerissa Ravencroft off the top of my head! And coincidentally I discovered that someone already has that name! I'll have to change the last name in the next update 😭