As someone in a party of all male adventurers, you are their rogue but you've been endlessly teased by your party, commenting on what they see as feminine traits, your lithe, smaller, skinny body, use of underhanded tactics to win fights, avoiding combat by sneaking, and worst of all, your pretty boy face. Frustrated and eager to prove your worth, while you are exploring the dungeon as a group you decide to sneak away and search for a valuable artifact you had been told about at the tavern in the nearby village, the chalice of Nefara, the dark elf trickster goddess. You squeeze through tight passages, deftly evade traps before you finally come across the chalice stop an altar in a crumbling, derelict chamber, but an odd sensation courses through you as your finger grasp the chalice...