The One with candles.

You turn your attention to one particular doorway with groups of lit candles lain about the floor around the entrance, melted to the floor and dripping with hot wax. The light flickering gives the area a much more calming feel.

It is clear evidence that someone has to be down this path. How else could the candles have stayed lit all this time? You hold your shield close as you pass the candles, stepping over them and walking into the poorly lit hall. As you step down the path you occasionally pass a stain glass window against brick with more candles lining the base, depicting odd colored figures doing significant acts of which you have no idea. You eventually see flickering lights at the end of the hall as no more candles are around this length. You follow the light all the way down. You hear odd chanting and think you should sneak in just in case.

You curl your eyes around the corner into the chamber ahead and see what looks like an underground church hall, but something is very off about it. Although it follows the basic interior of a large gothic church with wooden pews lined up with open space between that leads straight to an elevated alter and tall stained glass windows depicting events and people, the stage beneath them splits into three parts, two are barely off the ground while the area between them is higher. One medieval stock stands on top of all three while the middle one seems to also double as a podium to address those who sit in the pews. In each stock a naked woman is locked up with cloths wrapped around their mouths. Two lean forward with depressed looks while the one under the Podium stock is squirming and almost screaming in her state. You see women spread out in the pews only wearing long purple skirts that touch the ground and dark purple head dresses that flow back over their hair, their breasts hanging out with no cover. Three of them stand behind the women in stocks, wearing black versions of the others' uniforms. They seem to be thrusting onto the rears of those locked in the stocks as the middle one yells out almost like a preacher as every so often the small crowd echoes "Our souls she claims and her gift we share!" A large stone statue sits on a shrine in a doorway behind the center stage, a woman with short violet hair, long slender arms, golden belly paint in disturbing symbols, a long black skirt, and a long erect cock pointing out from an opening in the front carved from marble and painted with great care. After seeing this, along with the purple banners depicting a golden maiden with a third leg, and cum dripping from the women up front, you realize who these people are. You have just discovered a pocket of Silviana's Daughters.

Silviana's Daughters are groups of futas turned cultist. They worship Silviana, goddess of captivity, gilt, and taboo, and is said to be the mother of the Futa gender. They operate by following the way of their mistress by **** women and men alike, and rapping them in her name. They even sacrifice a girl's virginity to her every now and then to appease her. Those Futa who drink from the ceremonial cup gain the ability to turn other women into futas with their cum. They often amount armies and have even attacked entire towns and kingdoms in the name of their goddess, their ultimate goal being to turn everyone they find into futas until there is no one untouched and only her daughters walk the land, with the exception of a few slaves.

You try to think of what to do next when you see that one of the futas in the back left pew notices you. She stairs at you and a devilish grin slowly stretches across her face as her eyes fixate on your face. You just stand there staring back, trapped in confusion and hesitation, trying to figure out what to do or if you even have time to do anything.