The party there never stops.

You fly back then, eleven horny Lilin, racing through the air. As you fly, you and Jess regale your kin with tales of Grove Street and its horny, rutting demons. A part of you wonders if it can live up to the descriptions you are painting of it. And then you arrive, and it exceeds them.

The bonfire that was burning when you left still burns, though the flames now are a strange glittering black that casts the cul-de-sac in an eerie radiance. Raucous music plays, as someone has taken a sound system and set it up outside, playing it full blast. The Rolling Stones, you realize, as the singer cries out "****! ****! It's just a shot away!" Demons dance in the street, their forms glistening and jiggling in the light, frequently guzzling down bottles that you suspect are near pure grain ****. And then there are the ones doing something more hedonistic. They fuck in the open, the couplings frequently taboo and obscene. Robert Jennings is fucking his daughter Amanda once again, as she eats out her sister Megan, all under the watchful eyes of their mother Madeline as she enjoys a hard dicking from her neighbor, Stephen Wynn. Nearby, Jake takes his father Will's dick up his ass, bouncing on it eagerly, while his mother and sister screw Warren and Kyle. A little further off, you see Domingo Pelaez with his face buried in his daughter Maya's ass as she howls in joy. As he pulls his face off, you realize that there is a line of cocaine on her ass.

"Ooooh, Daddy!" she groans. "You like that?"

"Fuck yes," says the once upright police officer, before diving back in.

As you and Jess stare at all this debauchery, Mick approaches you. "Hey, great, you're back, with more company! So, I assume everything went well." You and the others snicker at that. "Right, well, things are great from this end. I got a ton of booze... Mostly Everclear and the like, but there's some overproof rum and some really pure absinthe mixed in. And then there's the ****. Kate, Vicki and me killed my suppliers and got their stash, which turned out to be a literal fucking warehouse--actually several literal fucking warehouses. So, yeah, we are sitting on a shit ton of cocaine, and heroin, and Domingo and Hector have agreed to get us the stuff the police got, so... we've got shitons of ****. So... drink, fuck, do whatever the fuck you want, because we are Lilith's fucking chosen, and that is what we do!"

You and Jess, along with your families, laugh and join in the fun.