Round 22 Transcript

Silra scans the church's main hall methodically. Julia's gone dark already—hopefully passed out somewhere useful. But this Clarice woman showing up uninvited is sloppy as hell. If Hera or her goons are watching, we just painted a big target on ourselves with an audience.

She eyes the new arrival coolly. We need to move this somewhere less visible before someone calls the cops for suspicious activity in an abandoned church at 3AM. And whatever horny scheme you're cooking up better involve fewer witnesses and more discretion than a neon sign.

I feel their need — her eyes betray the curiosity beneath that carefully constructed facade of propriety. She's intrigued by this strange gathering, by us, by me specifically. But there's also fear there, the kind that comes from knowing you want something dangerous. I can work with that. The authorities won't be here for hours yet; we have time to make an... impression.

Julia might be useful, a first convert to set an example for Clarice and the others who'll inevitably follow. She's ripe for corruption — young enough to still believe in rebellion but old enough to understand consequences. If I play this right, she'll be begging to join our little club before sunrise.