Passed the secret door, that even Risky herself had to admit, she wouldn’t have thought was there if she hadn’t had prior knowledge, even then it was a struggle to find. But that mattered not to her as the prize waiting for her at the end of this could be her ticket to inforcing her title upon the world.A few traps later which her faithful tinkerbats ‘willenly’ “deactivated” for her, Risky had made it to the last door. Wish a mighty blast from her pistol the final lock was gone, blowing the door open as she followed the old dingy red carpet to her prize, once again ignoring the oversized bones of what this time seemed to be a rat. It mattered not to Risky, it being dead just saved her the effort.
A smile dashed over Risky’s face as she couldn’t contain herself anymore.
“Ho ho HO!” she laughed snatching the treasure before her.
It was a tiny tree, akin to a bonsai tree, planted in a square pot, despite the lack of light and questionable supply of water, the tree was still alive and full of leaves. While it may not look the healthiest, this tiny tree still bore fruit.This fruit was the real goal, as the tale that brought Risky here told her, the fruit that comes from this tree will empower the consumer way beyond that of any other method. Apparently the effects where most potent on females, which suited Risky well. She was going to enjoy this, finally she was able to have the people of this world under her foot…