Intro
The Planet Called Lustris
The air? Wet. Heavy. Smells like sweat, spit, and something sweeter—something leaking. Your thighs feel it before your brain does. Every step’s a slip. Every breath’s waiting for it to happen.
This place doesn’t flirt. It spreads you open and tells you to moan. The ground pulses with thrusts.
People don’t talk here. They touch. They grab. They suck like it’s a greeting. You lock eyes, and suddenly your knees are on the ground. No questions. No names. Just pure LUST.
