"My head hurts..."
Mrs. Stas woke up. Looking at her disheveled clothes, her snow-white shoulders exposed to the air, and the equally rumpled bedsheets, she recalled what had happened before she fainted, and her expression changed instantly.
"You're awake?"
She saw the golden-masked cult leader slowly fastening his belt, and her heart sank into the abyss in despair. "We..."
"You passed out. I let you rest here for a while, that's all."
The masked man answered calmly.
"That's all..."
Mrs. Stas did not even know how she felt—relief, despair, pain, pleasure...
In any case, it was terribly complicated, leaving her mind in a hopeless tangle.
At that moment, the golden mask came before her and whispered in her ear, "Everyone in life wears a mask... Only when we completely tear away our disguises, shatter every false affectation, and let our natural savagery return can we know what kind of people we truly are... Mrs. Stas, your mask is very interesting!"
Mrs. Stas's face instantly turned deathly pale, and her eyes filled with intense terror.
"Did you... feel it? That unfettered freedom... and the greatness of spirituality?"
Aaron's words were like venomous snakes, drilling into Mrs. Stas's heart.
And her spirit trembled without end, feeling some spirituality within her body cheering and leaping with joy...
"I... felt it... greatness!"
Mrs. Stas murmured, "A nameless greatness that transcends all worldly shackles and mortal understanding!"
"Very good. You may go."
The man in the golden mask waved a hand. "Remember to bring Metana Jacques next time... I will give you what you want."
"What I want?"
Mrs. Stas looked lost.
"After all... you can't be the only one to fall into the abyss, can you?" The golden-masked man precisely grasped Mrs. Stas's mindset, making her stumble as she walked away...
After Mrs.