As the women continued to tear through the Domain of Sylvie's parents, she herself was not exactly carving beings up.
Instead, she sat atop a luxurious obsidian roof overlooking one of the grand outer chambers of the eastern pleasure district. Her white-green hair swayed gently in the breeze as she looked down with calm, detached eyes.
"How disgusting...." She muttered as below her, in the middle of an extravagant plaza, was a circular bed draped in black and purple silk, was her sister — completely naked and lost in ecstasy.
Her sister was the center of a large orgy consisting entirely of men.
Over a dozen powerful incubi and other races surrounded her, taking turns, some waiting their turn while stroking themselves.
Her husband — the same wimp who had once helped try to kill and rape Sylvie — sat on a throne-like chair at the edge of the bed, watching with hungry, possessive eyes while occasionally joining in.
