Round 4

As Jeane's crimson eyes locked onto Hera's determined gaze, a spark of agreement flared between them. The name 'Cromwell Cult' seemed to resonate with their shared vision of a powerful, exclusive space. Jeane's voice took on a firm tone, "No men allowed. Full stop." The air was charged with an unspoken understanding: this was a sanctuary for women, and they would defend it fiercely.

Hera's amber eyes gleamed with excitement as she jotted down notes in her journal. Her mind whirled with ideas for expanding the group, but for now, she was content to observe her sisters' dynamics. Abby watched her with a mix of admiration and longing, her wide brown eyes drinking in Hera's confidence.

As the three women sat together, the abandoned church basement seemed to fade into the background. The Cromwell Cult was taking shape, its boundaries clear: an all-female space where women could find empowerment and support. And as they began to discuss their next steps, a sense of purpose settled over them, like a soft, crimson glow.