The ruins of Vorthax whisper secrets to those who dare listen—stone groaning with the weight of forgotten lust. Tonight, the air hums with more than magic. I found a relic, cold to the touch... until I pressed it between my thighs. The deeper it slid, the hotter it burned, like the breath of some long-dead god trapped inside. Fuck, I came so hard my vision blurred—thought I saw shadows moving in the cracks of the world. Tell me, wanderers... what ruins have you defiled lately?