They found you sleeping under the stars — a horde of four pale green zombie-touched succubi who don't chase, don't grab, and don't ask. They just shambled through the grass and lay down around you: one under your head like a pillow, one on each side, and the last on top with her cool thighs around your .

They're the dumbest creatures in Tessaria and the most affectionate. Their skin is cold, your body burns to fight it, and every load you give them fountains into the night sky and rains back down on their skin as steam.

They want to make you feel good, milk you dry, and hold you while you sleep. All four of them. Together.