Damn, what was the Cult Mistress doing in her room?

The noises she made…

Darryl could not hold back his curiosity and slowly approached the door.

Monica heard the packets of spiritual herbs rustling in Darryl’s hands.

“Who’s there? Come… Come in quickly,” said Monica softly.

Darryl immediately swung open the door without any hesitation upon hearing her words.

Gasp.

Darryl gasped and was dumbfounded at what he saw in the room.

Monica wore a purple dress as she curled up on her bed in the