The entrance

The rumors have persisted for generations: beneath the ruins of the Temple of Ecstasy lies a dungeon of one hundred rooms, and at its heart, a treasure beyond imagination—the Hoard of the Pleasure God, said to grant wealth that could buy kingdoms.

But the dungeon is no ordinary labyrinth. It was built by an ancient cult devoted to transformation and carnal enlightenment, designed to test adventurers not with death, but with something far more insidious: pleasure so intense it rewrites body and mind alike. Those who fail its trials don't die—they change, becoming the very monsters and thralls that populate its depths, forever lost to desire.

The entrance has claimed hundreds of seekers. Some return within hours, babbling and broken, their bodies altered, their minds fractured by ecstasy. Most never return at all. The local villages whisper of hearing moans and cries of pleasure echoing from the temple ruins at night.

You stand now at the entrance, the great stone doors carved with writhing figures in poses of transformation and coupling. The air is thick with an intoxicating musk. Ten floors stretch below you, each containing eight to twelve rooms of escalating peril. Your goal is simple: reach room one hundred and claim the treasure. Your will is all that stands between you and eternal corruption.