Alvin followed the butler onto the hovering platform.
They passed all the way through the aristocratic boxes. The scenes inside were truly challenging the limits of humanity.
When it came to torture and pleasure, the Dark Eldar truly lived up to their inheritance of the old Aeldari's "bloodline"—pure Aeldari perversion at its finest!
As they continued onward, Alvin also discovered something.
The Hall of Suffering seemed far more complicated than it appeared on the surface.
It was not merely an arena. It also included all kinds of "service-oriented" offerings.
For example, selecting slaves, training them, providing places for nobles to indulge themselves, and all kinds of dazzling, extravagant activities.
The pursuit of pain alone was no longer the theme here.
The ultimate pleasure was the Hall of Suffering's true purpose. Here, Alvin also witnessed the sheer variety of the old lechers' tastes!
"Mr. Alvin, what do you think of this place?"
The butler had naturally noticed Alvin's curious gaze as he looked around. He smiled as he asked.
"Wonderful!" Alvin gave him his answer. "Absolutely wonderful!"
After all, before coming here, he had never seen anyone train the Tyranid Swarm and Greenskin Orcs into sex slaves.
The Dark Eldar were simply too professional in this regard!
"Of course." The butler's tone was humble, but the pride filling his heart was impossible to conceal. "Here, there is no service you cannot imagine, only services you cannot obtain. That is precisely the Hall of Suffering's purpose!"
After a few words of idle chatter, the hovering platform they were riding reached the highest viewing platform.
This place was shrouded in a layer of pale-purple energy shielding. An old Aeldari with a head of white hair reclined diagonally on a throne woven from the spines of living people. His jewel-encrusted cybernetic eye rotated slowly