Chanel is being judged

You see Brian giving you several thoughtful looks as the stories are told, but you shake your head and nod towards the scene below.

As she did last night, Chanel steps forward and sheds her robe, standing naked for a moment before climbing onto the altar. She lays on her back, her hands clasped on her belly. her ankles together. She looks as delicious as she did last night, her skin tanned and perfect except for small patches of white skin at her breasts and groin. She stares up at the ceiling, biting her lip as though to calm her nervousness.

"Sister Chanel, last night you were reprimanded for creating a disturbance, shouting into the night, speaking of events better not spoken of. Then within minutes of leaving this enclave, you did the same thing. And then again at mid-day. What have you to say?"

"Mother Minerva I beg pardon," Chanel answers in a quavering voice. "I received two packages, referring to...to events...And I was frightened. I lost control. I am deeply sorry Mother."

"Your weakness has aroused the suspicions of Dean Hawkfeather. Sister Newton has reported as much. And what did you say to him? Or to Mister Sharp?"

"I said that it was a prank Mother. A prank by jealous girls. And I distracted Mr. Sharp, much as Sister Margot distracted Mr. Carter. I am sure that he thinks no more of this Mother."

"Are you Sister Chanel? I am not so sure. You have been very indiscreet my child."

"Yes Mother. I am deeply sorry. I ask your pardon Mother. Your pardon and that of all assembled here."

"Pardon was granted you last night Sister Chanel. And yet you are here for similar cause. It would seem that your commitment to the Sisterhood is a fragile and malleable thing. Mother Salus, the Chalice of Probity."

The other red robed figure steps forward with a large goblet, going to each acolyte in turn and making them drink. Finally she reaches Chanel, who drains the goblet as smoke begins to waft into the room.