Round 1

Silra helps Halie clean herself, her nimble fingers working gently but efficiently. There we go, sister. Clean as a whistle—well, almost, she teases softly. We need to be careful today. The neighborhood is close-knit—someone will notice if we're too loud or obvious. And what about Hera? She looks like she's barely awake.

Jeane grins wickedly at the two women on the pews. Good morning, my little whores, she purrs, looking at her two sisters sprawled beside them. Look at the mess we've made. Such filth requires proper cleaning. She slowly withdraws her cock from Silra's overflowing cunt, a torrent of semen following.

Halie stands, her modest dress falling into place with practiced ease. Sisters... we must be mindful in our work today. The church above—sacred ground indeed. But consecrated to what? To whom?

I sit up slowly on the edge of the bed, my head spinning from last night's excesses. Yes, let us clean ourselves properly.

As I move toward a basin in the corner, dipping cloth in water, I mutter, We have much to discuss—about our purpose here and the... complications that arise from such intense physical devotion.