Keep watching. It gets weirder.

Your mind struggles with what you're seeing, still convinced that it's some kind of show, trying to ignore the quiver of eldritch horror that ripples down your spine.

The black robed figure is thrusting into Chanel's recumbent body, it's clawed hands raking over her trembling flesh as she groans insensibly. Her head is thrown back, her eyes rolling back in her head as she writhes against her bonds and the cocks penetrating her holes. She starts to make deep grunting noises as she's fucked, her body shuddering and quivering.

The white robed girls continue to sway and chant, the words garbled and quickening, but sounding like the same words as before. Suddenly, first one white robe falls to the floor, then another and another, until eight girls stand naked and lovely, swaying and chanting in the candlelight, their hands reaching out to stroke and fondle each other.