Modern Cult Run 010

The abandoned church sanctuary slowly comes alive with morning light filtering through stained glass, dust motes dancing in the shafts of color. Hera sits up on a pew, her head pounding with a hangover that makes even the soft light feel like an assault. Across from her, Abby stirs awake with a confused whimper, both women trying to piece together fragments of memory from the night before.

In the basement below, Jeane stretches languidly atop the communal bed, her succubus wings unfurling slightly before settling back against her pale skin. The air down here is thick with the mingled scents of sex and sweat, a testament to their wild night of debauchery. She looks around at the chaos - discarded clothes, scattered toys, and her fellow cultists still tangled in sleep.