🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Aristarch reaches the right tent... with difficulty. For some unknown reason, his mind becomes clouded when he tries to find his way, and only thanks to Clarissa's precise directions does the clumsy student manage to reach his destination. Inside, however, he is met by... chaos.
A beautiful woman sat on the edge of the bed and idly watched as a dozen naked men tried to carve a statue out of white stone. The work had just begun, so it was not yet possible to determine who the statue depicted. But the eccentric architects moved unnaturally, as if someone were controlling their movements. An unknown aura emanated from the woman. Attractive and dangerous. This aura tormented the body and mind, causing an irresistible desire to become something greater. For example, a doormat for the beautiful stranger.

"On your knees."

The woman's gentle voice addressed Aristarch.