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to his red-draped room after his match. He sat with legs crossed on the soft rug in the center of the floor, staring intently at the plastic dinnerplate that rested on the rug in front of him. As always, faint moans of pleasure drifted across the space from a handful of the nearby rooms. Other captives indulging in the artificial stimulations of the NEST. The night elf's erect cock jutted up from his crotch, aching for release, but Shandel refused to acknowledge it. He didn't take his eyes from the glossy grey disc before him as he forced himself to concentrate harder. A soft breeze stirred to his will, swirling the silky carpet fibers around the plate. Shandel allowed himself a sigh of frustration. Even the air in this place was lifeless. Sinking into a long-practiced meditation