Round 27 Transcript

Fuck's sake, we're in a public church? That's what passes for a good spot these days? This place is screaming 'crime scene' waiting to happen, and I'm supposed to be the smart one here?

We need to move this shit somewhere less visible before someone stumbles in mid-act and turns us into viral porn. I'm down to get freaky, but not while explaining to cops why there's a pile of sex toys in an abandoned church.

Julia's looking thirsty, sure, but dragging her here is asking for trouble. We don't even know if Clarice can keep her mouth shut, and now we've got two women who could fuck this up with one wrong move.

This abandoned church reeks of potential sin and desperation—exactly what I needed tonight. The air is thick with dust and the ghost of old prayers, a fitting backdrop for what comes next.

I look at our new recruits—eager faces barely hiding their fear. They think they know what they've signed up for, but do they truly understand? Do they grasp the depths we'll plumb together?

My hand brushes something cold in my pocket—the special lubricant I prepared back home. It's more than just slickness; it carries a subtle suggestion, an aphrodisiac that will loosen inhibitions and make their skin tingle with need.

But first... I must ensure our privacy here is absolute. Those thin walls won't keep curious eyes away forever—not in this neighborhood. My wings shift restlessly beneath my coat as I scan the shadows for watchful neighbors or worse, authorities who might stumble upon our gathering.

The Cromwell Cult demands secrecy above all else, and right now, this church feels like a hornet's nest we've accidentally disturbed.