Master Wolf leads Clayton Foster to a dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and male sweat. Wolf's hands, like a sculptor's, trace Clayton's body, lingering on his pert nipples, firm pecs, and finally, the outline of his growing erection. Clayton's breath comes in ragged gasps as Wolf unwraps a glistening, realistic dildo, its veins and head eerily lifelike. Wolf's voice is a low rumble, "Tonight, we celebrate your transformation, Clayton. Our ritual demands a sacrifice..."