She's looking for donations

"Greetings, my son. I am here on a holy mission from the Great Mother herself. No doubt you have heard of the Church of the Holy Futa. We do so much good work across the world each and every day, and we rely on people like you to keep us going. Have you considered donating, my son?"

This really pisses you off. The Church of the Holy Futa is one of the richest organisations in the world and here they are at your door trying to get money out of you. No doubt it would get spent on more of their orgies. Still, as powerful as they are, it's best to be polite. You tell her 'No thanks' and are about to close the door when she wedges her leather boot in the doorframe.

"What about a bequest, my son? Leaving a portion of your worldly belongings to us in your will? Remember, you can't take them with you!"

You look her up and down. "I'm still in high school..." You try to push her away but she's incredibly persistent.

"High school? Wonderful. Have you been to one of our youth groups? We'd love to have you."

Your patience wears thin. "As far as I know the Church is only interested in recruiting women, not men."

"Not at all! Besides our tributes, we have a substantial number of voluntary male members. There's nothing more inspiring than a male getting involved in the church. I'll be honest, some people think that we're just a bunch of horny women. But when people see a man spreading the good news, they take him seriously. For what could be more pious than a man prostrating himself in service of the Great Mother and her daughters?"

Your eyebrows raise. Non-female members? Youth groups? That did sound at least a little interesting. Seeing your possible interest, the priestess hands you a flyer detailing the local church's regular events and locations.

You take a look at the flyer.