The concept of time lost all meaning aboard the flagship of the Jade Serpent Guild. For the world below, weeks bled into months as the seasons shifted across the vast, sprawling expanse of the Celestial Dragon Empire. But inside the heavily shielded, magically fortified hull of the grand Flying Ship, the only season was an eternal, sweltering summer of uninhibited lust.
The main chamber of the vessel was a floating palace of absolute depravity. It was a cavernous room, draped in the finest velvets and illuminated by soft, enchanted chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the plush, fur-lined carpets. The air was perpetually thick with the heady, intoxicating scent of aphrodisiac incenses, sweet desert wines, and the raw, undeniable musk of sex.
