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Irma rested at ease in his own palace as the world moved...
He's lying on his bed, naked as the day he was born, surrounded by similarly naked female demons yearning, moaning his name in worship, and salivating over his seed. Pink smoke clouded all over the room, dragging everybody who inhaled it into a dreamy haze where all their inhibitions were removed, allowing them to freely express their deepest and darkest selves.
He wasn't the only male demon in this room; there are plenty of others as well, all similarly as naked as he is. They too are lost in the haze of that pink smoke; they reached out to anybody they could touch and craved heat in places they couldn't touch. Sometimes, their tempers flared, causing them to display some violent tendencies that made them break or sever limbs, but such a cruel move didn't cause any raised eyebrows because any injury, even the fatal ones, is healed in an instant within this room.
