Transgressor's Horrifying Dungeon Chamber Of Let's-Not-Try-To-Imagine-What-It's-Made-Of

The room wasn't originally very big but anyone entering it would feel very small. Every surface of it seemed to be layered in some sort of bizarre fleshy substance, a dark brown-red in color and looking like it was at least a month into decomposition. It didn't help that it still seemed alive, shifting and undulating at times under the feet of whoever was for some reason inside the room. Small shapes skittering out of view were common for anyone who came inside as whatever bizarre creatures he kept here observed any passers-by and visitors like hungry fish. The drone didn't *seem* to be there, but for all they knew, he could be in the very floor itself.

"What...The..." Showa gaped in surprise, disgust, curiosity, and confusion at the room.

The room was seemingly staring back at him with eyes he couldn't see. As if to shock, what seemed like a couch suddenly lurched his way, making a low-pitched groaning sound as it did so, before stopping suddenly. One of the cushions of it shuddered a little.

At least the room still had its neon-lightning.

He stared, mostly in shock, as he saw the couch-thing move. "...This is disgusting, but cool all at once."