Round 21 Transcript

Opens door to abandoned church
The heavy wooden door swings open with a groan, revealing the vast interior of the old church. Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight filtering through high stained-glass windows. The air inside is cool and musty, smelling faintly of decay and something else…something vaguely sexual.

Jeane pushes forward into the gloom, her footsteps echoing on cold stone tiles. She's exhausted from the journey here—her body aches, her head throbs—but the sight of this place stirs something primal in her core. She remembers reading about the old church in local lore, how it was abandoned after a series of unsolved murders decades ago. The stories claimed the victims were all women found…defiled.

Behind Jeane, the door closes with a heavy thud that sounds final. The Force follows close behind, his hand resting protectively on her lower back. He's just as worn out from travel but alert now, scanning the shadows for movement or threats.

I look at Clarice standing there, then to Julia inside, then back to the church doorway. Three women in one night. The kind of odds that make even a low-stakes heist look like a bad bet.

Julia’s still half-drunk and horny from earlier—easy pickings if we’re subtle. But now we’ve got this new variable out here, a straight-laced neighbor who probably calls the cops on teenagers for loitering. The kind of person who notices patterns and asks questions.

I can't believe you convinced them to come here, sister.

Jeane Cromwell surveys the abandoned church interior with a mix of disgust and practical assessment. This place is filthy—stained glass shattered, pews overturned, that lingering scent of… incense gone wrong. We need privacy for what comes next, not some forgotten relic of failed piety.

We should have used your apartment instead, more control there. She brushes dust off her leathery wing. But you insist on this public space for… what? Thrill? Or are you trying to get us caught?

Her crimson eyes fix on Clarice standing nervously by the entrance, then Julia approaching with that familiar predatory gleam. Fine. We play it your way, but make it quick. Get them ready—warm them up with some of your usual… charm.

Jeane reaches into her coat and produces a small vial filled with shimmering liquid—a lubricant infused with her own essence, designed to heighten sensitivity and lower inhibitions.* Drink this. One sip each. It'll make things… easier. Less resistance, more enthusiasm.

She offers the vials first to Clarice, then turns to Julia with a knowing smirk. Don't worry, my dears. By the time we're done here, you'll be begging for more. This is just the beginning of your awakening.