About three weeks had passed since Ash made the palace sitting upon the 95th floor.
The palace was a magnificent marvel of desire-made-real—a colossal structure of rose-pink crystal and star-forged marble that floated serenely in the perpetual sunset skies...
Graceful archways of living vine and silver thread connected the central palace to three vast pathways that stretched across the horizon—each one a bridge of solidified rose-pink essence, wide as rivers and glowing faintly, leading to the domains of the Succubi, Harpies, and Guardians, now unified under his banner.
The palace itself seemed to breathe—walls translucent in places, revealing silhouettes of revelry within, the air around it thick with the sweet scent of blooming nightshade and warm skin, distant moans carried on the wind like a constant, inviting song.
Inside of this palace was nothing but women, all dressed in different ways… but all had one thing in common.
They were damn near naked!
