The witcher's code is silent on anal delights, but these initiates hunger for more than silver swords. One by one, they fall to their knees, worshipping each other's flesh with tongues and teeth. A cock disappears into a tight, virgin ass, the witcher groaning as he pushes past resistance. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping flesh, and the scent of sweat and sex. The first to cry out, to beg for mercy, is the first to fail the test.