Spice headed to the location she got the information, being told to put on a hood, in a secret location where others are wearing white clothes, being introduced to more gullible people. The former teacher put her schooling voice on, asking around.

"How come you're all here?"

"Oh easy, I've been rejected time and time again. This is my chance to finally find some love," one guy said.

"Stuck in a dead end job, and my boss doesn't care about anyone else but herself," another guy said.

"I don't want to keep living as a fast food worker, my life should have more meaning than that," a young woman said.

"My friend said her therapist told her to go and try new things, and I kinda wanna support her," said another woman. "Hey, isn't that a criminal?"

They all stepped away from the guy, a scarred face tattooed guy who had several disturbing tattoos that made most of them wince.

"Trent Burner," said another person. "This man makes even incels go man, at least we're not that bad."

"Excuse me? That didn't sound like my next cockslave. Speak up, or I get violent," walking into someone that fancied his eyes.

"Hey, you've got a nice shape. How about I fill it with my own," feeling up her curves.

"Um, hey, could you stop?"

"It's okay, all the girls say that before I make them scream."

"Back off!"

Spice just recognized the voice as most people gasped from him getting pushed onto the floor.

"Oh, I like a girl with high notes," getting himself up. "But I'm the one in charge," pulling out a knife and charging at her.

Spice dashed, pivoting in between his path and catching his hand as she kneed Trent in the chest, squeezed the knife out of his hand and knocked him down to the floor. Before he could get up, she dropped down, pinning him to the ground.

The young woman he heckled took off her hood.

"Ms. Forest?"

"Nyasia?"

"Look out!"

A punch to her face caught her off guard, but Nyasia stepped in, kicking him in the nutsack with no hesitation, making him squeal.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," rubbing her cheeks. "Hold on," stripsearching the criminal and finding knives, daggers, and small weapons around her body, taking them for herself and hiding them in her pocket while the staff came in with the commission.

Nyasia picked her former teacher up, pointing at Trent and causing people to do the same. They dragged him away, while she hugged Spice.

"Thank goodness you're okay," her teacher hugged back so hard she started to ask her to tap out.

"What are you doing here anyway? Didn't the school hire you back?"

She shook her head. "What good is being a teacher if one of my students is out there, in danger, and not in school at home?"

"Hey, that's not true. My parents know I'm a screw up anyway."

"Don't say that," pulling away to see her face straight up. "Every screw has its purpose. You just need to find yours."

"I won't. I just want to start over."

"Hey, you just got suspended. Most schools would do much worse. We can all learn from our mistakes."

"And? I'm barely passing, and I barely have any friends or good things about me!"

She shook her head. "If that were true, then Nikki and Marshall wouldn't be worried about you right now!"

"They're...worried about me? But I framed his crush, and he blackmailed me."

She sighed. "Do you think he did it to hurt you, or help me?"

Nyasia took a minute to think about it much to her dismay. "Maybe he is a lowkey freak."

"In his defense," pointing at him, "you didn't give him a positive first sexual impression. But right now, I made a promise to come back with you and he's gonna make sure Nikki's safe. Don't you want to see her again?"

She paused, lowering her head. "She's better without me."

Spice lifted her up by the chin. "Then be someone who grows into being a better person. She's willing to take her second chance. So should you."

Nyasia considered it when several individuals in more fancy robes called everyone over into the main auditorium, showing them the mural of a demon but in angel's colors.

"Thank you all for coming today and accepting our invitation," the head leader claimed. "Many of you have come across Paradise to seek freedom, liberation, and the power to regain control of your lives, and you have come to the right place," pointing out the mural.

"Some of you may look at this, and question if this is some sort of cult or manipulative force attempting to take control of the world's problems. And yet, we aren't even a religion, but we all have one being who wants our success," as the light shined on the mural.

"Asmodeus: the goddess of lust."

"Isn't she a demon," one person raised their hand and asked.

"You make us think so, but we have unearthed the truth! Certain students found underneath our town, a shrine and locale of our town's founders who received the blessing from Asmodeus and Artemis to gain the powers and love and lust! However, Asmodeus was betrayed by Artemis' followers, undermining the worship and discarding her efforts!"

Spice was confused, but someone else asked the question for her. "What did this have to do with anything?"

"You see, Artemis and Asmodeus had granted our town two levels and gauges: love and lust. However, Asmodeus has resented the fact for years, we have forsaken our innate desires for years! Now, with Asmodeus' Will," holding up a vast amount of liquid that Spice and Nyasia noticed seemed all too familiar.

"We will allow ourselves to help Asmodeus resurrect, win back her love to bless our town back, and release all your burdens! You will help us find the seven acolytes to help us! We will make Paradise great again! Who will use her power to achieve your dreams?"

Several people started raising their hands, going back and forth with a few of them chanting, "achieve our dreams."

Nyasia shuddered. "I don't really like the vibes."

Spice stayed conscious, knowing there was more to hide. "Slowly move to the exit."

As she slowly followed her lead, sliding closer to the exit, they noticed Trent on the stage, alongside a homeless man.

"Tell us your name and your desires."

"Warner David. Just warmth, something to eat, and freedom," taking off his hoodie, stubbled beard, long hair desperately in need of being tripped, and worn out clothes.

"My guy, if you want that, just have sex."

The leaders brushed Trent's arguments aside. "Warner, this man," caressing his frail, weak bones that even Spice could tell was lacking severe physical strength and hunger, "deserves Asmodeus' blessing for his loyalty to her town despite his hardships. Disciples!"

Three women dressed up in garbs and concealing parts of their body handed him a liquid all too familiar to Nyasia, allowing Warner a taste of what they introduced as Ambrosia.

Warner grunted, as his muscles forcibly concocted and restablished a surge of power, slobbering with his drive for hunger consumption. Trent wasn't amused.

"So what, you gave the homeless loser drugs to make himself feel better? That's so cliche, you're just using them to-"

"Saren, Arma, Iona," said the leader, allowing them to remove their hoodies, revealing a brunette, blonde and redhaired beauty within their own similar outfits leaving just enough to the imagination.

Saren flaunted the slow temptation of unloosing and reattaching her top.

"Hungry for some Capezzoli di Venere?"

David immediately pulled down her clothes, overwhelmed by his hunger. His mouth and tongue immediately grew her smile further from the pleasurable taste of his mouth on her chest.

"Try them both," guiding and inviting his fractured mind into swapping between both, even as his bite had her squirming in joy and pain.

"Biting ruins the flavor, baby," imposing a calm force to his ear that wowed the crowd as he resorted to just his tongue for now, circling around her marks, while her head raised in joy.

Arma, the blonde crouched down, and Warner's lower pulsation, worshiping it's rising and falling with her eyes after pulling it down.

"I'll leave you hungry for me too," as her tongue slipped to his balls while she grew mesmerized by his length, eventually sliding to savor the heat from below.

With his privates and face preoccupied, Iona broke into his weak spot, targeting her kisses towards the massaging his chest with her torso, feed his neck with kisses while pulling down his shirt.

Finding parts not riddled with a lack of skin care, she trailed down, stripping his clothes with every second, leaving his shirt flailing on top of his wrists.

"Hey, why am I getting ignored here," Trent asked, eager to pilfer their bodies for him when Iona offered him a taste of Ambrosia.

"As if, I don't need that," pulling down his pants and demanding she suck it. She grinned.

"You aren't nearly as hard as him. Intimated," confidence suggesting via a question.

"You want me to go into-mate with you? Fine," as anger shoved him towards her. Iona's legs trapped his increasing erection.

"Alright, bring it." She showered his face with a kindle of what she could really do, igniting her mouth while thrusting back and forth, until she started to wet herself. The fluids dropped on his rod as he tried to take control.

His mouth couldn't escape her grasp, while she let go, diving back in to match his malice with the appeal to drown out his wrath, as he felt himself about to climax.

Unfortunately for Trent, Iona let her leg's grip go in favor of trapping him exactly where she wanted. He noticed too late when Arma's blond tips covered his own, twisting back and forth, ready to wring out every chunk of pleasure from his seeds and stem.

Saren watched her blonde ally next to her suck them both off, alternating every other five seconds between them both before fitting Trent and David in her mouth, swallowing them both whole in a vacuum.

Nyasia and Spice looked on in horror and amazement she could take them both at the same time. Trent attempted to hold out but let out the semen into her mouth alongside his own shock as she drank it all down, mostly spent.

Yet Warner had the energy to keep going, still going for so much more, Saren spread Ambrosia down her body. He sucked off her whole body, from neck to side, to navel, leaving no piece of flesh for Saren left until she spread her legs, pulling him deep inside.

Enamored by this sight, Trent was eager to get a piece, but his cock fell right in between Arma's back assets, as Iona gripped his arms and legs behind his back.

"You're not escaping us," melting the anger through her hypnotic trail across his collar bones and pinning him down onto Arma. The blonde bounced up and down, ensuing her gluteus maximus would grind and wring him dry.

Meanwhile Saren held Warner's head close, bringing her closer to coming while his hunger's ability to surpass his body was itching closer and closer until she covered his face into her release.

Trent blasted all over Iona's back, leaving him seething and enraged; he was beaten so easily while Warner's body gave out, still begging for hunger.

The leader of the organization clapped and rejoiced.

"We have found our Acolyte of Gluttony, welcome Warner David to our ranks! And Trent will be our recruiter and follower for the other six. Who else wishes to acquire this liberation?"

"Follower? There's no way I'm chosen over him! I'm not done till I get that brunette."

Iona snickered. "You couldn't even expel our pleasure."

Arma joined her. "You've got power, but that's all you're good for. Maybe improve and you'll be able to join him."

Nyasia couldn't imagine having the stamina to keep up with someone like Warner, much less the women, despite her attraction to them.

"Come on," Spice whispered. "This place isn't safe for us."

The younger adult agreed, deciding to escape the excited and curious crowd all debating or willing to join, forced to flee once somehow noticed their presence and options. 

However, the Acolytes of Asmodeus were not the only ones observing said strange activity.