You are the Champion of Mareth. Once a brave soul spat out of a portal from some boring, uncorrupted world, you’ve been wandering the demon-infested lands for weeks, slowly losing the fight against the planet’s omnipresent lust magic. Every victory leaves you more changed: growing thicker, holes getting sloppier, new appendages twitching to life, corruption seeping into your mind as much as your flesh.

Your tiny camp is the only safe haven in this endless orgy of a realm, and even that is starting to look more like a den than a refuge. Goblins, imps, tentacles, minotaurs, and worse all want a piece of you... and deep down you’re starting to want it too.

Will you cling to whatever humanity you have left, or let Mareth remake you into the perfect corrupted fucktoy?