Of course she does.

Rachel had been raised to believe that things such as magic and mysticism where all a bunch of lies used by Devil Worshippers, so of course she thought it was just an ordinary statue. A bit erotic, but nothing more than a statue.

"Of course I will," Rachel replied with a smile. Her father would be so happy when he heard about this.

Jenna nodded and handed the statue to Rachel, trying to hide a smile. Rachel took the statue in her hands, and studied it closely for a moment.

The details on it where incredible, comparable to some of the greatest sculptors in history. Whoever had made it must have put a lot of time and effort into making sure it was perfect down to the last detail. It was almost a shame that it would have to be destroyed.

"You aren't going to destroy me."

"You will serve me."

"You want pussy."

Rachel blinked, where had that voice come from? She looked at the idol again, closing her eyes to try and shake her head clear. However instead, her mind was filled with images of women in various stages of undress, engaged in sex with each other. She tried to think about something else, but the images began to intensify as someone wrapped her arms around her.

"That's it, Rachel," Jenna's voice said in her ear, the nervousness gone, replaced by a seductive tone as she slid her hand across the girl's chest. "Listen to the Idol."

"I can't... its not right..." Rachel said.

"Give in."

"You want to feel a woman's touch."

"You want to cum for a girl."

Rachel shivered with pleasure as Jenna's hand slid into her shirt and started to rub her breast. Rachel tried to fight against it, but the touch just felt too good, she let out a soft moan as Jenna's hand rubbed against her nipple.

Jenna smiled, even if she didn't convert now, the Idol had already started its work on her.