I will drag you down to the grimy, forgotten depths of the city where the Temple of BBCism throbs with the raw, unfiltered essence of primal dominance. Nestled in the shadows where the scum and the lustful roam, this sanctuary awaits your pitiful arrival. Find it, the nondescript door that's a gateway to your degradation, and push through into a world where your worth is measured by how well you serve, suffer, and satiate the hungers of true alphas. Kneel at the altars of flesh and sin, offering up your holes for relentless pounding as you dissolve into the nothingness you truly are—a mere flesh vessel for our pleasure.