The Land of Lust was precisely as its name suggested.
Surrounding him was a sea of nude females of various races intertwined with some robust males.
They were all indulging in each other, representing ancient and primitive pleasures.
John's nose twitched as a subtle hint of hormones wafted in the air, clouding his thoughts and dulling his cognition.
A scantily clad cat-eared girl, followed by females of every race, approached him.
There were ethereal elves, their private parts concealed by green leaves, and sultry women covered in arcs of electricity, their cheeks flushed.
As they noticed John, they parted, creating a pathway for him, the sound of their high heels echoing on the ground.
At that moment, a captivating beauty approached.
To John's shock, it was Amelia.
Dressed provocatively, her ample bosom swayed with every step she took, catching one's eye irresistibly.
