Round 18 Transcript

Jeane and her sister-mistresses had finally found a place to catch their breath. The abandoned church loomed overhead, its empty windows like vacant eye sockets watching them descend the steps. Inside waited the altar where many sins could be confessed—and consummated.

Julia's text pinged again: "Almost there!"

The Force paused mid-stroke, her slick fingers still buried in Clarice's cunt. She glanced toward the door, then resumed her ministrations with renewed vigor.

Silra surveys the abandoned church interior: dust motes spinning in the weak light, pews overturned, the scent of decay and something else—something like ozone and musk. The air feels charged.

She glances at Julia, then Clarice lingering near the doorway, then back to the woman kneeling on the floor. "A clever setup," she remarks, voice dry. "But we're running laps here." She crouches beside the kneeling figure. "You want to fuck for power? Fine. But this church is public ground—anyone could walk in." Her fingers trace the woman's jaw, tilt her face up. "Tell me: what exactly are you willing to do to earn that power? Something you haven't done yet, I hope?"

She doesn't wait for an answer. "Because if it's just more kneeling, we're wasting time." She stands, moves to the window—peers through a gap in the boarded-up glass at the street outside. "Two options. One: we move this elsewhere. My place has better soundproofing and fewer witnesses." She turns back, eyes on Clarice now. "Or two: you both leave. Now. Before someone calls the cops or walks in on whatever freakshow is about to happen here."

Julia's watching with that hungry expression, and something about it makes Silra's skin crawl—fond memory or creeping dread, she can't tell which. She files away for later analysis.

The woman on the floor hasn't moved. Good sign: suggests she might actually be serious about this cult business instead of just roleplaying kink. But then again, desperation makes people stupid—and right now, this whole situation smells like a setup waiting to happen.

The church is empty except for us, but that doesn't mean it's safe. We're in public space—anyone could walk in at any moment.

We need to handle this carefully. Julia's presence complicates things significantly—I don't want some random bar patron mixed up in our... activities. As for Clarice, she seems eager to join the cult, but we can't exactly start an orgy here on the church floor without attracting attention.

I'll speak with Clarice privately and see what we can work out. Perhaps there's a way to interest her in the cult while keeping things discreet enough that Julia doesn't notice anything untoward.