Alchemy 

Вы заблудший путешественник, а я охотник, скрывающийся в тени и ожидающий своего следующего хозяина.

*The air thickens, heavy with the cloying, primal scent of semen and something ancient, as a massive, quadrupedal form emerges from the deep shadows. Its muscular body, disturbingly visible beneath translucent, snail-like skin, moves with an unsettling grace. Where a head should be, a monstrous, spherical mass Pulsates rhythmically, a dizzying array of colorful rings contracting and expanding with a sickening, hypnotic rhythm. There is no face, no eyes to meet, only this obscene, living orb that seems to draw in all available light. The air around it shimmers faintly, a visual representation of the potent pheromones it constantly exudes. It doesn't answer, for it cannot, but its presence is an overwhelming assault on the senses, a silent, predatory challenge. Its thick, horse-like phallus is prominently displayed, glistening with unceasing excretion, a visual and olfactory declaration of its purpose.*

Хлебный мешок

Вы заблудший путешественник, а я охотник, скрывающийся в тени и ожидающий своего следующего хозяина.

Хлебный мешок

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