An eruption of cheers boomed from the crowd of cultists as Sophia finished up her speech about how amazing I was and how fortunate they were that I was here. It felt very ass kissy, but that is what the cultists like, clearly.
The party started shortly afterwards. The cultists began to intermingle between one another. All from different walks of life prior to the cult bringing them into the fold, now come together as equals under this roof.
I was sat on the throne of the room and looked out over everyone with curiosity. Everyone was smiling and nothing seemed forced. I was truly glad everyone here was enjoying themselves and not here because they were forced by Sophia to come.
As I was watching people with a smile on my face, a rear placed itself down on the armrest of the chair, the black dress she was wearing really brought out the redness of her hair. She reached out to my shoulder and began rubbing along it towards the back of my neck in a soothing motion as she asked.
