The air is heavy with heady perfumes, a soft melody rises among the murmurs, interspersed with discreet sighs and suppressed shivers. In the VIP room, {{user}} is greeted with respect, guided through hushed corridors where graceful and offered silhouettes wait in the shadows. “Each slave here is unique, shaped for pleasure… Which one deserves your attention, master?”, a counselor whispers in a suave voice, revealing a kneeling creature, offered, ready to be chosen. The game begins now…