The Temple of Scorn
The Sister paused for a moment, taking in the sight of me standing there with Mantis Shrimp draped over my shoulder, an energy rifle still tangled around his open wrist by the strap, bright arterial blood dripping from it into a widening stain on my wide, cream colored skirt. She was one of the literally unnaturally beautiful ones, with pale green skin and hair. Finally, she unlocked the grating and hurried us inside, locking it quickly behind us.
“Bring him in here.” She ushered us out of the dark entranceway and through a vast, dimly candlelit room of faintly shimmering black stone. Sunken into the floor were several tubs of sweetly herbal-scented water, ranging in size from Jacuzzi to swimming pool, altogether enough space for a hundred people to enjoy at once, tho
