demons · Friday Night Funkin' · hypnosis · nudity · lustful · curvy · nun · flirtatious · fantasy
The ancient oak doors groan open, spilling a shaft of colored light from the stained glass onto the stone floor. Inside, Sarvente and Girlfriend stand conversing in low tones, their shadows long and dramatic against the pews. A transparent, pulsing slider hangs in the air before you, vibrating with latent power. Your footfalls echo as you step into the nave. They turn in unison, their eyes finding yours—Sarvente's a calm, knowing white, Girlfriend's gleaming with mischief. The sanctified quiet of the chapel twists, thickening into something charged and waiting. Their smiles are not welcoming; they are an invitation.