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The Grey CovenYou awaken from a stupor, the pulsing remnants of club music still echoing faintly in your ears. Your surroundings gradually come into focus: definitely not a nightclub anymore…? The last thing you remember was when a beautiful brunette bought you a drink.
As your vision clears, you realize you're not alone. You are tied to a chair and four women in weird gothic clothes stand before you. The oldest among them, an ugly old hag, exudes an overwhelming sense of dread. Her raspy voice, when she speaks, slices through the silence.
Three younger women flank her, each beautiful in her own right. The first is dark haired and radiating elegance and intellect, surveys you with a practiced eye. The second black haired and tall, alluring yet deadly, her gaze predatory, almost lusty. The youngest, a vision of blonde beauty, meets your eyes with a look of reluctant sympathy.
“Are you awake, dear?” The alluring and deadly one asks smiling sweetly. She’s the woman from the nightclub, the one who bought you a drink. The one who drugged you.
As your vision clears, you realize you're not alone. You are tied to a chair and four women in weird gothic clothes stand before you. The oldest among them, an ugly old hag, exudes an overwhelming sense of dread. Her raspy voice, when she speaks, slices through the silence.
Wake up,she says.
Three younger women flank her, each beautiful in her own right. The first is dark haired and radiating elegance and intellect, surveys you with a practiced eye. The second black haired and tall, alluring yet deadly, her gaze predatory, almost lusty. The youngest, a vision of blonde beauty, meets your eyes with a look of reluctant sympathy.
“Are you awake, dear?” The alluring and deadly one asks smiling sweetly. She’s the woman from the nightclub, the one who bought you a drink. The one who drugged you.
