Story Script:

NARRATOR: The air crackles with purple energy as he materializes in her goblin witch lair, still wearing the Wendy’s mascot dress, fishnets, and a lopsided wig. She licks her fangs, eyeing him like a snack.

ACTOR1: Ohhh, look what the portal dragged in—my newest cult husband! And already dressed like a slutty fast-food mascot? Perfect.

ACTOR2: Wait, *husband*? I—

ACTOR1: Shhh, worship first, existential crisis later. *She snaps her fingers, and his dress vanishes, leaving only the fishnets.*

NARRATOR: His cock twitches against the sheer fabric as her underlings—a squid-girl, a six-armed demoness, and a literal sentient goth lamp—circle him, cooing.

ACTOR2: Okay, but *why* do you worship me?!

ACTOR1: Your VHP energy made our magic Wi-Fi faster, duh. Now, *kneel*.

NARRATOR: She yanks the fishnets down with her teeth, freeing his dick just as the lamp demoness drips hot wax on his ass.

ACTOR2: **FUCK!**

ACTOR1: That’s *High Priestess Fuck* to you. *She shoves him onto the altar, riding his cock while the cult chants.*

NARRATOR: Suddenly—

ACTOR1: PSYCH! The wax was *healing* magic. Now you’re extra sensitive. *grinds harder*

ACTOR2: Oh god—

ACTOR1: Wrong deity.

NARRATOR: He explodes inside her, and the cult cheers as the goth lamp flickers orgasmically. The end. (For now.)