Calling in some favours and hosting some high profile events to lure out the cult

While Rasha sleeps deeply and peacefully in that way that can only be achieved after fucking until you're just too tired to go again, your mind starts to finally do some work on this so-called demonic cult that's after you. You consider simply keeping a lower profile at the club while calling in some favours and asking your own connections for any information on this cult, as your Sister suggested, it is the safe option.

However, you didn't exactly get to where you are in life by playing safe, if anything you've found life the most enjoyable when you are taking risks. Sure sex with a loved one using protection spells or condoms is fine, and enjoyable enough, but not nearly as fun as unprotected sex with someone you really shouldn't be fucking. Annabelle might be the crowning Jewel of your numerous offspring, but she has many half-siblings you receive more than the rest of the offspring you provide for from Afar for this very reason.

So you decide to call in some favours and start getting your own information gatherers to start asking after demonic cults that are active to start gathering a list of potential groups it might be. Then rather than keeping a low profile at the club, you decide to plan a few higher-profile events dangling yourself as a potential prize to try and lure out a cultist or someone on their behalf.

You figure that between that having them come to your club, where you have all manner of tricks and secrets on hand to tip the odds in your favour is well worth any element of surprise you'll lose. Also, you surmise that the most likely response from the cult will be someone for hire or a fanatic acting on their own accord looking to score some favour and advance within the cult by bringing you in as their prize. If it's a mercenary, you're confident you outbid the cult and get some info about their former employer. If it is the fanatic acting on their own then you'll be relying on them being easy enough to manipulate, given they have already bought into at least one cult.

With this in mind, you move on to your planner and look through the various parties that have expressed an interest in hosting an event at your club, to see if there are any that might serve your purpose. There's a long list of the usual requests, a few nobles who want to throw a truly wild bachelor party, with some riskier party games. It might have been fun the first few times, but now it feels so common that you stock the potion to help when the Groom inevitably falls in love with whatever fey nymph they choose. A knight from an obscure order, wishing to test their faith against the alluring touch of a succubus, which even the first time you saw through as a shallow attempt of wish fulfilment.

You idly shuffle through the requests, until you find a few which show some promise but just as you reach the bottom of the pile, you spy a familiar crest on an envelope with a wax seal on it. The crest is a rose flower covered in thorns, belonging to an old and dear friend of yours Amelia Briarcopse, you eagerly crack the seal and pull the letter out.

'My Darling Selene

I hope this letter finds you well and that you're still living it up in the wonderful slice of debauched delight that is your club, I know I still have exceptionally vivid and fond memories of my last time there. I wish I could say that things here at Crimson Keep were going well, but it seems someone has got it into my council's empty heads that I need to take a husband.

I shouldn't be too surprised, this does seem to happen every 20 or so years, however, I find myself restless and already bored with the suitor's current attempts to woo me. He is far too lacking in the brains department and while I'm sure he'll make some maiden very happy with his more useful gift, a cock without a nice big pair of pillowy tits to bury your face while riding it isn't good enough for me.

So I write in the hopes you might help me put both this matter to bed so that I might find peace again, or at least long enough for my council to find some other chinless wonder who thinks they can win my dark heart. If I might be sold bold as to borrow your club to host a gauntlet for this suitor to run and ideally fail, then I would be eternally grateful, and I do hope you remember how I like to express my gratitude. I might not even bite you so hard this time.

I enclose the details of my current suitor, so you can make any arrangements you might need to to ensure things go smoothly.

Your favourite fanged Regent
Amelia Briarcopse'

You find yourself reflexively reaching up to your neck and rubbing it softly as sweet memories of Amelia's last visit come rushing back to you. You idly read through the details on Amelia's would-be suitor and can't help but smile at just how perfect this whole thing might work out. The Suitor, James von Hinternfondle is the fourth son of an emperor in some very far-flung land, putting him in that sweet spot of being important enough to cause a fuss, but not important enough to be a problem.

You have no idea if the cult has any designs on Amelia's modest domain or the fourth son of an emperor, but worst case you enjoy an evening with Amelia with a chance to finally test a spell you've been working on since her last visit. However, you suspect that this event with Amelia might just be the right sort of attention that will make its way to the ears of this cult and might provoke some sort of reaction from them. Hell, you've already inadvertently disrupted their plans once or twice so far, so who knows maybe you'll be lucky again.

You begin to weave a magical message but then remember that Amelia still likes the personal touch, so grab a quill and start to write a reply to your dear friend to say you'd be delighted to host her and offer a few suggestions of nights for her to pick from.