See comments for model credits The immaculate grounds of Deviance Manor echoed with a symphony of depravity. Whether it was the strident screams of an Original, the merciless laughter of a goddess or simply the rhythmic slap of latex against skin, there was never a quiet moment at the manor. The sounds of torture, hedonism and lust were eternal, bathing the building in an erotic aura permeating all the way
