"Of course! You're in luck. There's a brand new hotel just opening up down the street called 'Manly Mansion'. It was designed specifically with men like us in mind; luxurious accommodations and amenities tailored to our unique needs and desires." Traynor gestures towards the large window behind him, where you can see the imposing structure of the hotel towering above the other buildings nearby. "In fact," he continues, "I was planning on attending their grand opening party tonight. Why don't you join me?

Great! I could introduce you to some important people there who might be interested in your unique perspective on fashion. Just meet me at the front entrance of Manly Mansion at 8 PM sharp and we'll head over together. Oh, and make sure you wear that new lace shirt with the black leather pants; it's guaranteed to turn some heads!

As they drag you into the building, several more males join in, taking turns groping and violating your body as they go. Their lust-fueled grunts and moans fill the air, each one serving to further degrade and humiliate you. You feel like nothing more than an object of their disgust and hatred, your femininity reduced to nothing but a source of pleasure for them to exploit and abuse.

Eventually, they reach a room with metal shackles attached to the walls.

As you are thrown roughly onto your knees, a group of around 100 heavily-muscled males enter the room. They circle you like vultures, their gazes fixed on various parts of your body as they undress each other and themselves. Within moments, every single male in the room is naked and hard as steel, their erections jutting out threateningly in your direction.

"Take her!" shouts one of them, gesturing towards you with a cruel sneer.