Round 26 Transcript

The church door creaks open. Moonlight pools across stone floors. Jeane's fingers tighten around her toy. She hasn't slept properly in three days but her cunt is dripping with lust.

Clarice stands in the doorway, silhouette framed by streetlights behind her. "You said you'd help me find something more… interesting." Her eyes are hungry.

The alley outside is quiet now but the streets beyond pulse with city noise. A police car drives past, too close for comfort.

I hate this shitty abandoned church. The air smells of dust and desperation—perfect for corrupting women but terrible for staying hidden. Julia's out there, probably drunk off her ass and waiting, while we're cooped up in here like animals.

Clarice is a wildcard. She wants in the cult bad enough to come here, but she's also got that nervous energy that makes me think she might bolt at the wrong moment. We need to handle her carefully or this whole operation goes to shit.

The toys are nice, but they're not going to help us if someone walks in. We need a real plan for seduction, not just whipping out dildos and hoping for the best. That kind of sloppiness gets people caught.

I'm exhausted, yeah. My whole body feels like it's running on fumes. But that doesn't mean we can just give up and wait to be arrested. We need to think this through.

First thing: we need to get Clarice downstairs away from the main entrance. If someone walks in while we're mid-orgasm, that's it—we're fucked. Second: we need to seduce her quietly. No shouting, no obvious signs of what we're doing. Third: we need an escape plan. If things go south, we need a way out fast.

So here's what I'm thinking: Silra and Julia go downstairs first, get Clarice settled away from the door. Then Jeane comes down with me following behind her—Jeane can handle Clarice while I set up security upstairs. If anyone comes near that church, I want to know about it before they're in the fucking building.

We've got to be smart about this. No heroics, no grand gestures. We seduce her quick and clean, build our little harem one woman at a time, and get the fuck out before anyone notices. Anything else is just asking for trouble.

What's the play here? Do we go downstairs now or wait for something to change?

Jeane Cromwell surveys the abandoned church, her crimson eyes gleaming with dark purpose. The air here is thick with potential sin — this is the perfect venue for our sacred work.

We have come too far to hesitate now. The women of this town deserve salvation through ecstasy, and I will not let them suffer in ignorance any longer. Her wings shift restlessly as she considers their next move.

The authorities approach? How delightfully inconvenient. But that only sharpens my resolve. We must act swiftly and decisively — claim this space as our temple before the mundanes can defile it with their secular laws.

She turns to face her companions, an impish smile playing across her lips. Sisters, the time for subtlety has passed. Let us show these women what true worship looks like — and let those who would interrupt us learn fear!

Jeane's hand moves to the small of her back, fingers brushing against the hilt of a concealed dildo. Who shall have the honor of opening this ceremony?