Transforming Escape

Escape. Iā€™m in a Death-Star-black reclining chair, surrounded by sharp objects, medical paraphernalia, and images of flowers and skulls. A multicoloured giantess is leaning over my naked torso, pressing her clattering needle gun against my flesh to inject me repeatedly with ink. I came here ā€“ to a half-sunken city of forbidden pleasures ā€“ entirely…

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