Round 3 Transcript

The tension in Abandoned church on the outskirts of the city tightens for a beat as the interruption refuses to go away. Everyone is forced to stay quiet and choose their next move carefully.

My head throbs with each heartbeat as I try to make sense of our predicament. What the hell is going on? I mutter under my breath, keeping my voice low so Hera doesn't hear. Last thing I remember is that bar downtown - and now we're in some creepy church, clearly… involved in something we shouldn't be. Silra's obvious distress catches me off guard - she seems genuinely panicked about whoever's approaching. Split up? I scoff despite the circumstances. That's not going to make this situation look any less suspicious. And where's Halie anyway? She can't have gone far…

I freeze mid-step at the sound of that voice outside, my heart hammering in my chest for entirely new reasons now. This isn't good - this is really fucking bad. We can't afford witnesses right now, especially not some random guy who probably thinks he's stumbled onto a cult orgy or whatever his perverted imagination conjures up. I press myself against the wall next to the side door, peering out through a gap in the dusty curtains. There - I see him. Just some middle-aged dude wearing a jacket and a confused expression. Doesn't look like a cop, but that doesn't mean he's not trouble. My hand instinctively goes for my pocket, fingers closing around the familiar shape of my lockpicks. If this turns ugly, we might need to make sure he can't identify us later…

I shake my head, trying to clear those thoughts. No. Bad idea. We're supposed to be corrupting women, not murdering innocent guys who happened to walk in on us. I glance back at Hera and Abby, still looking dazed and confused. Look, we need to split up now before this gets worse. You two go out the back like I said - there's a path through the woods that wraps around to the road. I'll go right and make sure no one follows. Before they can protest or ask questions (which is inevitable with these two), I push them towards the rear exit. Move it! We don't have time for debates about church aesthetics or whatever the hell you're both thinking about. I throw open the front door myself, stepping outside with my hands raised slightly in a non-threatening gesture. Hey man, sorry for the alarm - we were just… doing some late night spiritual work and got startled by your voice. I try to project calm confidence despite the fact that I'm still leaking cum down my legs and probably look like complete shit. We're leaving now anyway. No need for anyone to get involved or call the cops over nothing, right? I back slowly towards the side road while maintaining eye contact with him.

The guy's eyes keep darting between me and the church door behind me. He looks suspicious as hell, which makes perfect sense given what he probably saw through the window. Look, I get it - this must look weird as fuck from an outsider perspective. But trust me when I say you don't want to know more details about what goes on in there. As I start to jog away (while trying very hard to run straight despite the liquid leaking out of me with every step), I can already hear Hera complaining about how ridiculous this situation is. Typical. Just focus on getting to Maple Street without leaving a trail of… I check again, wincing. …whatever this is. Once I'm around the corner and out of sight, I risk glancing back. The guy's still standing there staring after us, probably wondering what kind of cult orgy he just interrupted. Great. Not exactly low profile, but at least we're moving. Now to figure out how to walk normally while not leaking everywhere…

Fuck. This is going to be a long day.