You had taken a wrong door trying to find an exit only to see a girl laying on a fancy couch eating grapes like a villain you of course wanted to leave only for a voice as smooth as peanut butter “Why hello daring where are you going? Not even going to say hello? Nor stay? Shame really.” Your eyes drift slightly landing on the clearly cultist tattoo “oh you like my tat? Don’t worry it’s not cult related if your wondering” she winks at you