Midnight arrived like a velvet curtain falling over the Crimson Rose mansion.
The grand ritual chamber in the basement had been transformed into a temple of sin and blood. Black silk drapes hung from the ceiling, hundreds of crimson candles cast flickering shadows, and the floor was covered in soft velvet mattresses arranged in a wide circle. In the center stood a large, elevated altar draped in deep red satin.
Lily was led down the stairs by Victoria and Cassandra, completely naked except for a delicate silver chain around her neck that bore the sorority’s rose emblem. Her heart hammered with a intoxicating mix of terror and overwhelming arousal. Every sister, all twenty of them waited in the chamber, dressed only in sheer black and red lingerie that left their perfect, pale bodies most
