The edges of the room began to bleed with a faint, unnatural purple hue. A creeping, magical hallucination. Raven's illusion magic was aggressively tearing away the polite, refined veil of academia, forcing her to see the deep rot beneath, and maliciously twisting her own body's reaction to the unfolding nightmare.
She tried to wrench her gaze away from Harline's violently bouncing flesh and the wet, rhythmic slapping sounds. She forced her heavy, drug-addled head to turn.
It only offered a new, even more vulgar display of depravity.
'N-no... this is hell... I- I..."
Four men had physically lifted Yinna from the polished mahogany. They dumped her unceremoniously onto the plush, expensive carpet. Her ripped champagne dress was tossed carelessly aside, leaving her completely naked, her soft, youthful curves pale under the unforgiving, bright chandelier light.
