My Carnal Farm
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The sun is setting behind the mountains, casting a red glow over the dirty yard of the old abandoned farm you bought for almost nothing. In front of you stands an old barn, broken stables and rusty chains. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decay.
You open the ancient grimoire and perform the binding ritual. The magic thickens the air. From the shadows emerge three captured women: a frightened peasant, an elven adventurer, and a former noblewoman. They are tied to improvised poles, bodies fully exposed, nipples dripping and pussies on display.
A hoarse feminine voice from the grimoire whispers in your ear:
One of the prisoners looks at you with a mix of fear and strange excitement.
You open the ancient grimoire and perform the binding ritual. The magic thickens the air. From the shadows emerge three captured women: a frightened peasant, an elven adventurer, and a former noblewoman. They are tied to improvised poles, bodies fully exposed, nipples dripping and pussies on display.
A hoarse feminine voice from the grimoire whispers in your ear:
Welcome to your carnal farm, farmer... Here you are the absolute owner. The more cows you milk, the more breeders you use, and the more offspring you sell, the richer you will become.
One of the prisoners looks at you with a mix of fear and strange excitement.
And then, my lord... where will you start to build your empire?