The lamb truly looked out of place from this scene of debauchery and degeneracy.
But he looked at everything with curious eyes, drinking it in. The bodies intertwine around each other like vines, the blood and wine dripping freely, and most importantly…..
There was just this unrestrained happiness they had.
He tilted his head to the side, and smiled to himself. So this was what freedom was like. Pure, unadulterated freedom of the flesh.
Despite being a creature of purity, he was very much aware of these things. But to witness them with human eyes, to hear the lavish sounds and sensations around him…. It was completely something else compared to witnessing it from afar. It calls out to him to join in their revelry, to experience a complete lack of inhibition.
A satyr had noticed this newcomer in a cloak. He grinned to himself, approaching.
