The Orc Fortress
A themed floor within the Halls of Eros, The Orc Fortress is staffed primarily with orcs (hence the name). The design of this floor is a middle ground between a mighty fortress and an imposing prison. Many of those captured early in the dungeon find themselves here at some point when their original captors tire of them, locked away in one of the many, many cells filling the Fortress. On this floor Orcs receive a slight power boost, and respawn at a faster rate, leaving the impression of there being far more than there really are.
In addition to the usual types of orcs one may find (fighters, archers, berserkers, occasionally even shamans), the Fortress holds a unique mob in the form of Orc Jailers. Armed with long poles topped with sturdy hooks, Jailers will try to limit the maneuverability of their targets, locking them in place. A single Jailer is a problem, but a team of them is truly dangerous, able to work together to hold their target in place while another slaps a pair of shackles on them. When not helping fight adventurers, Jailers are often in charge of managing the various prisoners. The boring half of this job is keeping them fed (though a diet of monster cum can be enough for some, even if it’s not preferred by many being fed it). The fun part of the job is taking them to one of the many public displays in the Fortress, everything from the wall shackles to cages, wherever one might enjoy locking up a cumdump.
A particular favorite feature for monsters (or adventurers who somehow bribe their way in to see it in action) is the Breaking Row. A frequent fate of freshly caught adventurers, this room holds a large row of pillories, leaving the captives side by side with each other, bent over at the waist for maximum humiliation. The acoustics of the room are a mixture of natural and enchanted, with the end result being that the sound of moans and flesh on flesh becomes completely overpowering, an orchestra of sex all that can be heard when the room is in full swing (and outside of major attacks, it almost always is, there’s no rest to be found here). Eros made sure to indulge a little extra sadism though: one wall of the room is a row of cells containing those scheduled to be put on the row next. Through the iron bars they can watch the fate that awaits them, and are forced to listen as cries for mercy turn into moans for more.