Dragged to Another World… and I Took the Goddess with me!

Majestria slowly turned her head, horror dawning on her face. She realized it was her turn.

Finn was still crumpled on the ground, a tear-streaked wreck. Lickthorn stared into the abyss of her own humiliation. Granny Plops grinned like a toad in heat.

The old crone pointed a crooked finger. "You’re next, slut-waist."

Majestria flinched. "I—I shouldn’t have to dance. I’m a goddess."

Granny exhaled cabbage smoke through her nose. "Then this should be easy for you."

Majestria snarled, "Filthy swamp witch," but stepped forward. Her feet glided like she was floating—regal, untouchable.

She had never danced before. Not truly. She never needed to. No one ever asked her to.

But she knew how to move like royalty.

She raised her arms, chin held high, as if soaking in celestial light. Her movements were slow, graceful—almost ballet-like. She looked divine. Smug. Ethereal.

A goddess basking in her own illusion.

Then—she faltered.