Deep in the heart of the wasteland the Lord, of all Whoredor overlooks his kingdom that is evil. Though he commands resides at a castle, and a fearsome army of orcs fit for the strongest . . He finds himselfdiscontented . . Something that is even with all his riches is still lacking . . He cried and cried, "is thereto fricking screw around here?" :D
Concubines Of Whoredor
