Round 21

Jeane pushes open the creaking church door. "Welcome to our little sanctuary." The vast interior feels wrong—desecrated, violated. Dust swirls in the dim light. Julia stumbles inside, still buzzed and horny. "Wow… this place is… something else."

Silra hesitates at the threshold. "You sure this is a good idea?" Clarice wrings her hands nervously. "I don't know about this…" Jeane lets out a low purr that makes Clarice flinch. "Oh sweetie, it's an excellent idea. The best ones always are." She turns to Silra with an expression of barely concealed disgust.

Silra sighs heavily and approaches Clarice slowly. "Look," she says in a low, reasonable voice, "we're not here to hurt you or anything like that. But we…"