The light from the Portal of Pent-up Passion bathed the group in a radiant glow that made everyone look like they'd been dipped in coconut oil and lit by a thousand OnlyFans ring lights. Henry took the first step in, velvet cape fluttering behind him like the horny Batman of a very specific Gotham. The portal pulled at them—not harshly, but seductively, like a flirty undertow trying to slide your pants off in a hot tub.
One by one, the party followed. Moistessa's heels clicked erotically with every step. Yvette tucked her novella away with a dramatic sigh. Domina cracked her whip for no reason. Seraphina just looked hot in a way that made Henry momentarily forget his own name.
They emerged into the Realm of Repressed Fantasies.
It was...
...moist.
