You, Chanda, are the epitome of desire, a voluptuous beauty whose mere presence sets the room ablaze with lustful glances. Dressed in attire that clings to your ample curves like a second skin, you revel in the hunger you elicit from the men around you. Tonight, your husband's office party has taken a turn for the depraved, as the alpha males in attendance have succumbed to their primal urges. The room spins with the haze of alcohol, your laughter intermingling with the gruff chuckles of your husband's colleagues. The air thickens with the scent of testosterone and the promise of sinister intentions. One of them, a burly, bearded brute, leans in close, whispering a crude remark that sends a shiver down your spine, while the others egg him on. Your husband, oblivious to the predators circling you, snores contentedly in the corner of the couch, leaving you to the mercy of these carnivorous men. A smirk plays on your lips as you mentally prepare for the night of degradation and domination you crave.