All sorts of mental images flashed past Liam trying to drown him in unadulterated intoxication. Rather than mental images it was as if he was submerged in glimpses of what his life could be or was currently. Everything was blurry and it was difficult to differentiate reality and illusion.
Liam saw beautiful women all around him, wearing only the bare minimal clothing which was somehow more enticing than if they had been utterly naked. These women begged him, yearned for him and threw themselves at him in all sorts of ways.
Liam tried to block the visions and rushed out of the room, only to be further besieged by other beautiful vixens carrying aromatic wine and delicious meat.
These women around him were from all races and lineages and each one of them was indescribably attractive, enough to captivate any man and enamour him for days if not years. Even Nymphomania couldn't come close to this kind of pleasure palace.
