In a night without moon, five hooded people are knelling around a circle with a very convoluted patter, reciting in a really low tone but with a passion in their eyes almost frenetic that would mistake them for lunatics…

Now for several people this scene would scream a single word with no questions asked and you may well be right, however, just to be sure lest calmly consider the whole situation, shall we?

The place for example, have you considered where exactly is located?

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Of course you have not, right? Now a tiny little part of that fault resides in this one for not explain it properly yet, but, tell me honestly, did you have an image of your own?

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…interesting.

Now let’s check it, it’s a big and large room, if it weren’t for the darkness surround it like the mantle of a bum, it could be more labeled as a hall.

The walls are tall and made of stone. Pretty dumb choice if you ask me, I mean yeah it’s classy but not too practical, the windows near the ceiling are narrow but several; an alternate version to replace an AC?

I don’t know if that’s it called natural or petty

The little brightness those windows let you see, reveals a BIG portrait? Of a family behind of what I’d call the most uncomfortable chair ever, meters away from them. The floor it’s made of stone too, a little damaged even. Hmmm, yeah I decided, let’s call the owner, petty.

_Mr. Petty, here is the budget to repair your house to something modernly decent

_Nah its okay, Elric’s rule nº1$ “don’t fix what it’s still working”

Damn you Elric!!

Wait what..?

Sorry there, I lost it for a bit….

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…tee hee?

Now, the ambient.

Its night, a really obscure night though, probably for the lack of our beautiful marble in the sky, watching us like the good old pepping tom of G-sorry, Mr G. which, based in Freud and Marx and Henry Ford it’s a metaphoric expression of an indecent act taking place. Ah? One of those didn’t say that? Do you know from memory their entire biography?

I thought so.

And finally, the individuals

I would say, the men… sadly? One of them is a female

Not the one that appears to be leading the entire thing for reasons I will come later mind you, that’s the bulky old man which I’m going to describe as soon he stops giving the chick a mean look every now and then, this chick which seems to be blond, and by seems I mean that the TIGHT robe she and EVERY ONE OF THEM is wearing doesn’t let much to the imagination.

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At the same time, that silky purple robe, humid with loads of SWEAT! Gives a LOT of food to the imagination. Two particular things in her would be the… leather handcuff… in her…wrists…

…Kneeled handcuffed hot chick wearing wet purple robe in dark room?

Excuse me, daddy needs to be alone a second okay….?

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And the second would be the peculiarities in her ears… Because, you know, they look abnormally long, and pointy!

…what a downer.

Hot chicks always have something don’t they?

With looks like hers, high school must had be a bitch

_ohmygosh (prove that humanity’s IQ is degrading with every generation) have you seen Jenny? I heard Kevin Thomson dumped her

_No way really? Oh Gooshness (see?) the poor thing must be devastated!

_But don’t you think she like, kinda deserved it…?

_How so?

_I mean don’t we always see her with that stupid hat?

_..True, she looks ridiculous with that thing… it looks like something her grandma gave he for Christmas

_But the boys are always are behind her yelling “kuwai kuwai!” and “moe…!”

_Gross…

_See! And always she pretends to look away when they stare her…

_She thinks is better than everybody right?

_I heard she sucked off Mr. Johnson to pass the last test

_What a slut...!!

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Or something like that, now, the author its giving me a really mean glare for not focusing in the story and to apologize for every Jenny who may had revived any deep (DEEP...) , buried trauma to the surface, this one however, believes if there are any Jenny (excluding the one currently in Necromel of course) out there with a particular strain, affliction or mental instability that wants to personally have a chat or rip this one face its welcome to give me her phon-OUCH OUCH I’m SORRY, I´M SORRY…!!

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The blond, slender and tall woman is whispering the prayer silently; her eyes have a glint-no. Her eyes, those her green eyes, besides beautiful and captivating are also shining, but not the kind due to determination or tears, but a worrying fluorescent glow which reveals the apathy, despair and resignation in her being.

To her sides is a big man, big enough that his robe appears to be ripping apart in some joints. Even so the hood in his head doesn’t give away the identity. Although if you where to focus in his hands and feet you would notice that are strangely hairy, his nails looks dangerously sharp, giving away that the manners of the individual to hygiene are at best non existent . His mouth, when moving, exposes bad shaped canines, too large to be comfortable with. And a pale young man with a content smile, like waiting the ending of a bad joke he had heard thousands of times. His hood and robe doesn’t show any more but one of his hands has a very elaborate ring which gives the impression of being of solid gold. The very expensive looking ring has a crown behind a winged lizard.

The last two people are a boy no older that twelve with no-wait!

…I think he could be a she.

If so, it’s a very sadly and confusing she though, besides her puzzling gender she is remarkably… unremarkable

At last, the last person is the grumpy, mean, perverted until proven innocent old man. Thankfully he is the only of the five with no hood, so we can “appreciate” him attentively. A Mid-fifties? old man, blond with gray hair to the sides, a vertical scar on his left cheek, black-no, blue eyes, that shows a stunning symphony of determination, despair and something I cant quite put my fingers on it. His face looks old. That is obvious itself but have you met a guy or a woman who looks older than his or her age?

Very puzzling thing isn’t it?

Above him you would find a very, exceptionally luxurious accessory, that our refined society finds valuable but every youngster out there would find it… silly.

Ah, now that I think about it, I think I get missing felling he exudes.

Desire

Not the one you are thinking, probably. But just to be safe he will be still considered a perverted old man.

These five people are around a three meters circle made of a sticky smelly red liquid with five totems resembling women in it, positioned exactly in front of each one of them. It is not possible but it seems the circle emanates a pulsating heat every now and then but that’s just silly, isn’t it?

So there, that’s the gist of it, now incredibly there are more details unspoken but, does it satisfy your expectations? Does it look like the word you have at the top of your tongue is the right one? Do you feel like giving a snarl for how predictable is the situation before you?

Well, this one is impressed by your knowledge young one, because you were completely right in what its happening right now

After all this is without doubt…

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An orgy...!!