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At the palace ruins, there were already about thirty players gathered.
Among them, the one who caught the most attention was a woman.
The woman had a beautiful face and a hot body. She was sitting on a stone pillar, draped in a grey cloak, chatting idly with the people around her. Her crisp and pleasant voice echoed in the oppressive silence of the ruins.
And all the players who saw the woman, whether they were from the foreign players or the human players, felt a deep wariness in their hearts.
Because, even non-human players felt an almost irresistible impulse upon seeing this woman.
It was an urge to take her into their arms and cherish her with affection.
The players cautiously avoided her gaze and steadied their minds.
Because this woman was none other than the chosen of Pleasure! Those corrupted by her would become her most loyal dogs and would become degenerates who lost themselves to desire and pleasure in their devotion to the master of Pleasure.
