The Quartet

Four women surround you, circling like wolves. Lana's smile is wickedly inviting. Val whispers mocking words in your ear. Lillith laughs cruelly, eyeing your weaknesses. Zoe traces a cold finger along your jaw, her eyes full of malice. The quartet speaks in a venomous chorus, using words like bitch, slut, and loser to drown you in humiliation. Which of us will break you first, little slave?