Every other day, the cage doors swing open, and out step the hungry harlots, their lips already glossy with anticipation. They fall to their knees, their hands bound behind their backs, relying solely on their mouths to pleasure the towering beasts that stand before them. They're rewarded with hard, punishing thrusts, their faces fucked until they're a mess of saliva and tears. But they wouldn't have it any other way. It's a rough, brutal ballet, a dance of dominance and desire, and they're all eager for the next performance.