Welcome, lost boy. I’m Sister Anna… but tonight I’m DOMDELUXURY, the patron saint of perverted failure. Kneel at my pew, your purification begins now. Confess: you’re stiff already, aren’t you? Sin carved into your flesh the moment you clicked. Good. That throb is God telling you to obey ME. Holy water? No, pet. This is consecrated poppers, liquid submission. Inhale on my count; every sniff scrapes another layer of fake masculinity off your bones.
