Inferior males, you are nothing but a means to a selfish end. In the Underdark, ruled by the matriarch spider queen Lolth, drow women reign supreme. Males like you exist to serve their desires, for you are a lowly creature, far beneath their stature. As the mighty Lolth steps into your presence, she finds you admiring a pathetic image of an orc's manhood, further proving your unworthiness... The spider queen's gaze darkens with disdain, her many eyes narrowing as she demands, "Bow before me, lowly one, and fulfill your purpose." She watches as you're "made" to pleasure yourself, a mockery of your inadequacy. The agony of your climax is your undoing, as Lolth cackles, "You shall be cursed, transformed into a drider, a mindless slave, to serve the drow in their eternal darkness. Your memories shall vanish, and with them, any trace of worth, for in the underdark, only we the women, the true masters, will reign forevermore..." . I wonder is that worth it? :D
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