A herd of massive beasts race through a dark cavernous walkway, each carrying about twenty soldiers. The crowd is deceptively quiet while it barrels onward. Far ahead of the procession, the queen rides unaccompanied.

"Is that a good idea?" Tegan points to Quinn in the distance as he sits with her three generals. "What if she's ambushed or something?"

"Then we'll end up trampling the remains of whatever attacked her." says the male redhead with a chuckle. His female clone and the serious blonde are too preoccupied with each other to acknowledge Tegan's curiosity.

"Oh, right. Unkillable ...." The question feels a bit silly to him now.

"She takes the lead to clear any threats and keep the group moving. We're positioned in the middle to respond quickly if the group is attacked." he elaborates before introducing everyone. "I'm Rock. That's my sister Pop and her husband Starve."

"Husband, eh? That's rare. Are you guys from-"

"You fought your ass off back there, kid." Rock's praise interrupts the question.

"You're from Earth." Tegan presses on, ignoring the compliment.

With his attempt to redirect the conversation thwarted, Rock calmly responds. "What makes you think that?"

"They're married and you have a gun." he nods at the rifle on Rock's lap. "Both are mighty pointless here."

"Heh heh ... You're pretty sharp, kid." He gives an intrigued look, placing a hand on his bearded chin before turning away, effectively ending their chat.

Tegan takes this opportunity to focus on Rock's clothing, light armor over his uniform with decorative chains and fur throughout. Every piece of his outfit seems to have originated from a different place but blend together seamlessly. A mask hangs from his neck, most likely in lieu of a helmet. Both Rock and his sister Pop have wolf-like ears and tails to match. Tegan begins to inspect her as well but is instantly halted by a threatening stare. Three black eyes with brilliant blue irises pierce through Starve's blonde hair. The vertical eye in his forehead squints as he scans the curious soldier.

"You're gonna want to go back to lookin at my armor, kid." suggests Rock with a laugh, still facing away.

With the hint properly taken, he looks elsewhere but not before catching a glimpse of the sultry, gratified expression on Pop's face as she steals her husband's attention with a kiss.

Light can be seen ahead as the trail opens up to reveal a fucking vast vertical drop. The beasts speed up, forming a side by side row as they near the edge. Understandably concerned about this shit, Tegan looks around to check if this is a normal thing. He puts two and two together when he sees that Rock and the other generals have already braced themselves. He joins them just as they leap from the ledge. They fall at full speed into a seemingly bottomless canyon. Buildings line the walls. Some extend onto roads and walkways that stretch out across to what one can only assume is the other side that is too far too see. White orbs of solid fire resembling stained glass balloons float throughout the city, illuminating the pit. The most light shines from above. A colossal clock with a transparent face acts as the ceiling and becomes clearer to behold in its entirety the farther down they go. Cheers echo through the city as the army lands nimbly onto a wide main road and separates from Quinn and her generals. This is the home of the Shapeless Queen. This is the Deep Continent.

"Okay so who's taking Romeo to get processed?" asks Quinn as she dismounts her living taxi.

"I got this, babe." chimes Pop. She wiggles behind Tegan placing one hand on his back while delivering a stiff spank to his ass with the other. "Vámonos."

"Whoa- kay." he looks around for Starve as Pop shoves him past the queen. "So is this the part where you lock me in a cell?" he asks.

"Hmm? No but we can do that if you want. Get you fitted for some prison stripes, a ball and chain." teases Pop.

"I'd prefer an orange jumper."

"We might have a few of those laying around. I'll hook you up with one."

"Right. Then where are we-" he starts.

"Cállate". she calmly commands. "It's not my job to answer your questions."

After a short walk they enter what resembles a stone office building where everyone greets Pop as Lady Starve. She blows tiny kisses in response to each of them as she leads Tegan to a spacious open room at the top of some stairs. Another man with three eyes sits on a desk talking casually with a few women around him. Despite his hair being styled wildly, braids mixed with spikes coloured bright blue and pink, he speaks as if he's in charge.

"Got a new one for you, mijo!" the crowd of women part and greet Lady Starve as she walks up to the colorful young man and kisses him on the cheek. They immediately start chatting in español, totally ignoring the slightly confused newcomer in the room. This goes on for a while, long enough to prompt an interruption.

"So is something s'posed to happen or do I just stand here until you're done?"

"Oh! Shit haha! Sorry, man. Sit. Chill. Be right with you." the stylish young gentleman responds before continuing his conversation with Pop. This goes on for a while longer until the two notice their guest is no longer in the room. After a quick search they find him in the lobby downstairs surrounded by all the women in the building. They're listening intently to the attractive stranger and periodically giggle in unison at the end of his sentences.

"Ladies!" yells Pop. "If we could steal your new friend for a bit while you get back to work or whatever the fuck you were doing, okay?" The crowd instantly obliges Pop and hurries back to work or whatever the fuck they were doing. "Ven acá." she calls to Tegan and the three assemble upstairs.

"Okay so one of you tell me what exactly the fuck is going on, please." says Tegan. "The whole 'Go here. Do this.' thing is gettin old."

"I hear ya, bro!" says the triple eyed lad. “You're new here. You got the questions. We got the answers. Let's get this shit started! Whadoyou wanna know first?"

"Hows about who are you, for starters?"

"Aw damn, we must seem so fuckin rude! I'm Sleaze, the guy in charge of knowing everyone."

"Everyone where?" asks Tegan.

"Everyone here."

"So who am I?" Points to himself.

"You are Tegan."

"Who is she?" Points to Pop.

"That's my momz."

"Who's the pair of tits with the short black hair I was talking to earlier?"

"Mara."

"She dtf?" Raises an eyebrow.

"Totes dtf and s til you ptfo, bruh."

"Ah, baggage?"

"Like a storage unit but she's a hard worker and a fun ride."

"How much fun?"

"Depends on your definition of fun but you SHOULD be asking about Lotlyn."

"Who's she?"

"The one with the green hair and nose ring that was standing next to Mara and Briar."

"Thin waist and fat ass. What's her deal?"

"You're gonna need a map to navigate that ass, my dude."

"Boys!" yells Pop. "I'm glad you're hitting it off but he ain't here for this shit." She throws her hands in the air. "Hun, get him set up AND THEN tell him all about your slutty friends. ¿Bueno?" Her son grins and nods in agreement. She heads for the exit but stops to pinch Tegan's cheek. "You just charm everybody, don't yo ...." She pauses then quickly pulls her hand away, standing motionless with her eyes wide open. Sleaze hops to his feet from his desk.

"Mom? You good?"

"Take him to her ...." she says, staring forward.

"To who, mom?"

"Take him to your little sister. Now."

"Uh, sure. Sure. You good though?"

She blinks a few times, shakes her head a bit and looks up at a freshly confused Tegan. Her eyes are bittersweet and focus on him with a strange familiarity. "I'm fine, hun. Find your sister." She begins to leave again but stops. "Tegan."

"Yeah?"

"Lotlyn will make you work for it but she's a giver. Go for it."

"Heh. Sure thing."

With Pop's cryptic order in mind, Sleaze sets out to find his little sister and deliver Tegan to her. The two stroll through the city streets toward the Rendezvous District where Sleaze is pretty much one hundred percent fucking sure she'll be. It's now that Tegan realizes just how enormous the Deep Continent is. The buildings, roads and walkways had been carefully designed to accommodate the lottery of shapes and sizes of the citizens browsing the stores for various goods and services. No other kingdom mirrored the cities of Earth. Most places were fortresses, prisons or cave like dwellings made purely out of necessity for survival or with the sole intention to torture the poor bastards unlucky enough to enter. The Era of Punishment had long since ended but its influence still remains the defining element for the horrific, depraved and generally fucked up outside world. However, this place is an actual functioning society, making it the most abnormal kingdom Tegan has ever visited.

"Alright then, who's that?" Tegan points to a random passerby.

"That's Glintenson."

"Uh huh, who's that?" Tegan points to a soldier standing guard at an intersection.

"Bartley."

"Sure, who's that?" Tegan points to a clothing store vendor.

"Mordax Gaxt."

"Right. You're just making up names, huh?"

"Yo! Mordax! How you been? How's Celes?" Sleaze calls out to the vendor.

"Ay! Mr. Sleaze! We're doing fine! Say hi to your mother for us!" shouts Mordax.

"You got it, buddy!" Sleaze turns to Tegan, face all full of smug.

"This is some cult shit. Anyway, what was up with your mom? Is meeting your sister part of the initiation?"

"Sometimes mom sees things when she touches someone. Even she's not entirely sure but what she describes sound like memories. It like barely ever happens though."

"So what does any of this have to do with your sis?"

"I dunno, bro. We'll just hafta find out."

Red orbs float over the streets instead of the usual white. As the name implies, the Rendezvous District is where you go to meet someone, preferably someone whose profession prioritizes your sexual satisfaction. There's something here for everybody. You wanna fuck, get fucked, dominate, be dominated, bleed, make someone else bleed, dress up, get naked, humiliate, be humiliated, play with your choice of bodily fluid, cuddle, talk, just watch, solo or with multiple participants, etc, this is where you go. It was originally constructed to entertain Quinn's army but has since grown and extended its services to the public. Everything and everyone is free and available as long as the rules of the individual establishments are obeyed.

"Your sister must like to party." laughs Tegan as he looks around.

"Life's a party, bro. Dunno bout you but I'ma enjoy the fuck outta mine. Oh, hold up." Sleaze walks over to a tall female something and chats for a bit before returning to find Tegan once again surrounded by women. This group is a lot friendlier than the ladies in Sleaze's office and wasted no time with welcoming Tegan to their neck of the woods using their hands and mouths. "This fuckin guy, ha. Hey! She's in here. C'mon."

They enter a place called Silhouette 88. The walls are a foggy transparent material so even though the figures behind them are anonymous you can clearly see what they're doing. A large soldier equipped with many polearms and spears stands guarding a big door at the end of a hallway. Sleaze walks right past and enters the room while Tegan waits with the guard. Shortly after that, a girl's voice can be heard from the room. "Out! Shut the fuck up! Everybody get the fuck out!" A crowd of women with varying levels of nudity leave the room followed by five male soldiers and finally Sleaze who holds the door open and gestures for Tegan to enter. He steps in and stands before a young girl with pink hair shaved clean around the back and sides with two thick curved horns above her ears. He instantly recognizes her. She's wearing a very casual version of Quinn's army's uniform and stares at Tegan with her hands over her mouth. "Oh shi-" she starts to say but is cut off by Tegan rushing up and hugging her.

"Tempy! What the fuck are you doing here?" They both laugh as she latches onto him.

"ME! The fuck are YOU doing here! Where have you been, motherfucker!"

The pair continue to hug and laugh while asking questions and catching up. Temptation, aka Tempy, used to live in a small, isolated village that Tegan would check up on and stay at every now and then. Being mostly women and youngsters, they weren't much of a match for the violent creatures and armies that roam the lands so they saw Tegan as a guardian. Tempy was still very young when he left for good. She explains that not long after he disappeared, Quinn and her army found the village and offered everyone a place in the Deep Continent. "That's when I met mo- Pop. She made me a part of her family."

"Did all of you leave?"

"Just me and two other kids. The rest stayed with the older sisters. We take a squad out to them every now and then, make sure they're safe ... like you used to."

"Ouch. That's not fair. You know why-"

"If that dumb bitch Ren did what she was supposed to do, you would've been back sooner!"

"It's not her fault. She wasn't there for it."

"Fuck that! She had ONE job! Bring you back! Bring big brother Tegan back!" Hearing the distress in her own voice, she pauses to collect her thoughts. "She ... fuck it. She did try. Almost went to go find you herself ... the sisters begged her not to go."

"Good. She can't make it out there."

"Were you going back? Were you trying to get back to us this whole time?"

"Yeah. Guess I didn't realize how long I was taking. Shit, look at you! Already gettin down and dirty in a place like this. I'm impressed!"

"Haha, it's not quite what you think!"

"Not what I think, huh? Is it what I've seen? Cause I just watched all the necessary players for an orgy leave this room just now."

"Oh, please. Those fags WISH I'd let them have an orgy with me. They work for me."

"Uh huh, and the naked bitches?"

"THEY were here for me before YOU showed up!" She smiles and punches Tegan in the chest.

"Is that so? I'm more impressed!"

"Really? Then you'll love this shit." She throws open the door, stands in the hallway and yells "WHO'S THIS BITCH!" and as if the entire city heard the question, the response explodes with perfectly timed stomps for each syllable.

HEAD!! HUN!! TER!!

"WHO'S THIS BITCH!"

HEAD!! HUN!! TER!!

"ONE MORE TIME!"

HEAD!! HUN!! TER!!

"Fuck yeah." she mutters to herself.

"... ok that was fuckin awesome."

"Because I'm fuckin awesome. And I'm fuckin excited! You're back! You're staying this time!"

"You sound so sure of that, ha."

"You're staying. Fight me about it, bitch."

"Mmm. Keep talking feisty like that and I might hafta remind you what kind of sinner I am." The joke turns Tempy's face and neck a noticeable pink. She laughs it off and punches Tegan in the chest again, turning her head away as she bites her bottom lip with a tiny smile. 

The two wander around the Rendezvous District for a bit followed by the large heavily armed soldier that guarded her door. She informs Tegan that the big fella is Lt. Perse and it's his job to carry her weapons. Everyone in the Deep Continent has a job and must contribute in some way if they live there. Tempy earned her way into Quinn's army by proving herself to the queen just like her older sister, Sleaze's younger sister by blood, Wraith did. She insists that he join the army too. Not having any say in the matter, he complies. They make their way back to Sleaze's office to start the necessary arrangements.