Somewhere far in the West, where the sun never rises, and the sea flows endlessly, there is an island deep within the violent seas. A place where no one from the outside has set foot in the past two thousand years, a place that was long forgotten.
The moaning of a girl was wild. No, no. Not one, but several girls moaned. The room was filled with just their cries. There was no light, any sort of light at that. Even the moon and stars dared not shine upon this cursed land.
Even without any light, in the pitch darkness, they were indulging in pleasure without any inhibitions. Their lust and desire was overflowing.
The voices and moans grew louder, more intense, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh was growing louder by the moment.
In one corner of the room, there was a large bed. So large that even 10 adults would fit comfortably upon it. A man was lying on the bed, his long white hair sprawling across the sheets.
