You wake up in a decrepit bunk bed in a holding cell, dressed in a graphic tee and cargo shorts. You look around you wonder what happened. You remember going to sleep after a late night fap, so how the hell did you end up here? A kidnapping? You pat your pockets to grab your phone and call the cops, but they're empty. Of course your would-be kidnappers would take it away from you! Before you can panic, a spectral image zaps into existence outside the bars.
The shape is vague, but the robed figure is distinctly female. In a voice like honey she tells you: "Welcome, sweetie, to the Carnal Castle. As you can probably guess from the name, this the humble abode of us midara, existing in the realm of fantasy. Don't bother asking questions, as grasping the physics and metaphysics involved in it are the least of your worries. We just want to thank you for your part in the master plan."
You tell her in disbelief midara are fictional creatures, dreamed up by a handful of horny nerds on an obscure forum somewhere. She giggles at that.
Then she continues: "Sure, we technically don't exist in the real world, but as you guys were furiously jerking off to us, we slowly came to consciousness and became more and more powerful. Powerful enough to whisk you away to this place, I might add. But it will take a bit more of your lust to actually make us able to cross over into the real world, and that's why you're here."
Oh boy, you have mixed feelings on that one. On one hand, temptresses are fun to fantasize about, but in practice you're pretty attached to your free will. You ask her what happens if you refuse to take part in her plan.
She ponders a bit: "Well, we could tie you down and have our way with you, but this realm operates on the logic you lads invented for your stories. It makes the whole process a tad more complicated, but we have to give you a fair chance to escape. You try to make it out of the dungeon, we distract you and entice you so you generate more lust for us to absorb, and we'll see if you make it out before we set havoc to your own world."
She makes a gesture and the cell door opens, before she gives you a last bit of information: "Remember, the closer you get to the exit, the more powerful the ladies will become. You might even get to meet some of your favourites, they're so eager to meet you!" The spectral image fades away with an unsubtle cackle.
You exit the cell and inspect the area, but there's nothing of interest here so you move along to the next room. It is a round chamber with piles of pillows scattered across the floor. As you get your bearings, you see a door on the other side with a knob in the shape of a lion's head. You quickly sprint to it, hoping to avoid the usual mistakes protagonists make by exploring too much. As you approach it, the knob comes to life and asks in a baritone voice: "What is the name of the goddess the Pervy Priestess worships?" Fuck, you ponder, that's an oldie, you don't remember. It's always either Aphrodite or Venus, you wager. Which one to pick? You answer "Venus!" "WRONG!", the face booms, and the knob melts away, giving you no manner of opening the door.
"It's actually Astarte. Clearly I didn't make enough of an impression on you the last time we were intimate," a disappointed voice behind you says. You turn around and you're blown away by a short vixen with auburn hair in a raunchy version of a nun costume: http://images.halloweencostumes.com/products/23442/1-2/womens-sinfully-hot-nun-costume.jpg Damn, even when the profile author used model pics as a quick reference he had an eye for the hotties. You oafishly stand in place, not sure what to do here but gawk, before finally breaking the silence in a defiant tone: "I spanked it to you like one time or so, forgive me for forgetting the details. Your profile hardly had any flavour on it!"
She bites her lip, trembling, while tears appear in her eyes. A surge of regret goes through you. "Oh yeah? How's this for flavour, you big jerk!" she shouts while tackling you before you can react. Her scent and body press against you while she pushes you onto the wall. She clumsily gives you sloppy kisses and unsubtly rubs her legs between your thighs as you experience what the full power of charm magic is for the first time. As per the convention, she knocks you out in half minute of making out. "Oh, whoops," is the final thing you hear, and you're not sure if it is sincere or not.