As the depraved night in Wang Jian's estate reached its climax, the following day dawned with a distinct air of frenzied desire lingering in the atmosphere.
The women, now bearing a crazed and intoxicated expression, clung to the men who had shared that passionate night with them.
It was a scene of utter decadence and abandonment.
In the presence of a man who had indulged in multiple encounters, the women converged upon him, their hands roaming his body, engaging in intimate moments like shared kisses and tender caresses.
It was a display of unabashed intimacy, an unspoken understanding of the night they had shared and the desires that still burned within them.
Wang Jian, standing at the center of this perverse tableau, found himself enveloped by the twelve women from the banquet hall. Their touch was insistent and eager, their hands seeking out every inch of his being.