The Ritual Chamber

"Hey, wake up." Buttercup's voice came through the fog of sleep, rousing Grimm to wake. He reflexively stretched and let out a long, pleased yawn while he scanned Tats's bedroom.

Tats was sitting at the edge of the bed. Buttercup was sitting next to Grimm, idly slapping his cheek.

"How long was I out?" he asked.

"For a while," Tats said, stretching her legs and flexing her toes. "I guess Buttercup wore you out."

Buttercup gave him a toothy grin. Grimm awkwardly smiled back.

"The ritual begins in a few," Tats said. "Let's go downstairs. Reese is waiting for you."

Tats and Buttercup led Grimm downstairs. They passed various rooms that had been repurposed into accommodations for Reese's Raiders, the occasional cow standing guard... the fortress was quiet for the most part, serene.

They stopped when they reached a sparsely decorated room. The walls and floor were unadorned stone, and in the center was a large pool. The pool was filled with... milk, Grimm realized, sniffing the air.

Reese and several of her bandits were on the edge of the pool, facing the entrance. They were all nude. Reese was dangling her legs over the edge of the pool, absentmindedly kicking and swishing her feet in the milk. One of the cows was holding Reese from behind, gently massaging her boss's chest. Grimm realized that Reese's inability to lactate was probably supremely uncomfortable, and that her henchwomen had taken to assuaging her discomfort in any way they could. Reese smiled as Grimm, Buttercup, and Tats entered.

"Hi!" she said cheerfully. She sat up a little, thrusting out her chest. Her minion continued to massage, occasionally teasing her boss's nipples. Reese blushed slightly. "Welcome to the ritual chamber."

"Wow," Grimm said, looking around the room, "you made a room specifically for this?"

"I mean, it's normally where we take our baths, but I thought 'ritual chamber' sounded more impressive than 'community bath.'"

"True." Grimm paused. "So... what do I do?"

"Well..." Reese began, holding her knees with her palms. "The ritual is supposed to go in stages. Amber, do you have the book?"

Amber, who had been sitting to Reese's left, crawled over to her and placed a book in her lap. "Here you go, boss."

"Thanks!" Reese opened the book to a marked page. She read for a moment. "Okay, so first off, we have to give you a special massage using sacred herbs."

One of the cows stood up, holding a bowlful of herbs.

"So... lie down," Reese said, pointing at an empty space on the floor. "And let us do the work." She paused. "Oh! And we need your informed consent. You know."