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Chapter 33 by Conflux Conflux

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Robed Figures?

You figure (no pun intended) that you may as well ask the most basic question: what the hell is going on and who are these weirdo cultist. You managed to put it more diplomatically, but only just. Luckily Dharma doesn't seem to take it the wrong way, she just snorts, grabs your hands and places them decisively on her breasts. The feeling of her soft, full flesh manages to distract you for a second and you squeeze them experimentally, earning an appreciative bounce from Dharma. She bends forward, allowing you to better explore the full spherity of her frontal diplomatic resources, while at the same time letting her lower her voice a bit:

“I'm not.. exactly supposed to say.." Dharma decidedly says, "but they're like a secret society of.. semi-influencial citizens. Like a LARPy mom's group.. or a kinky, all-female mason's lodge.."

She definitly seems to enjoy taking the piss out of them - though not loud enough that anyone would overhear and get offended. Her dismissive attitude makes you wonder out loud what SHE is doing here.

“Oh, well mum wouldn't stop nagging about it.. They're really into the whole witchcraft aesthetic and are always trying to recruit 'maidens' for their rituals." Dharma says with a cheeky grin, "Most of my friends have tried it, but it's usually pretty boring so.. like too many rules and you have to share and commit to weird periods of chastity and so on.. a total hassle. I'm only really here because I wanted to make a good impression on Miss Suzuki.." Dharma tilts her head to indicate one of the shorter figures at the edge of the clearing, "Then maybe she would consider letting me reenroll and finish my degree.."

Dharma pauses, her face drawn inwards. While you seem to remember the indicated woman congratulating her, it seems nothing really have gone according to Dharma's plan this evening. She doesn't seem to be the type to let circumstances get her down for long though:

"Anyway.." she says, lightly slapping her thighs and straightening her back, ".. got married instead.. So that's.. Something I guess."

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