As your eyes opened from a strong hangover of Gods know what substances you've taken or forced into your being, your view was a little blurry but you can see a dim purple light.

Your head was laid on something soft like a woman thigh as your body was on some soft pillows that almost engulfed you whole.

The View gets better as you see the visage of a daemonetta close to yours and her long slimy tongue licked your face whole before a pale hand grasped one of her horns pulling her off.

"They are mine, servant~"

The daemonetta looked up at the source of the voice and then smiled seductively before sliding up to the front of the figure that has an arm holding your head on their thighs.

You hear the sounds of a wet kiss before a female voice, the same of before, says:

"Good servant~"

Then the Daemonetta leaves and you take in view the room where you were, it's a lavish room with various tint of purple and very lascivious decorations symbolizing hedonism and excess, play grounds of Slaanesh, the "perfect prince".

You are gently pulled on the laps on the one holding you and now you see her. A Pleasure priestess with a beautiful pale visage, a horn longer than the other one, a purple veil that flows down in two pair of wings, two large breasts poorly covered, two pairs of arms one with very long and sharp fingernails, thick curves where your back is gently settled as she pull your head towards her left breast as half of your face is covered by that softness.

"I can't define in words how much you're mine, in every kind of way now I possess you, and you will bring me a lot of pleasure or I will take it from your pain~"