She woke up chained to a rock. Blinking at her bonds, she realized she was in a really stupid position. Rolling her eyes, she turned her head. Behind her, several cultists were discussing a book.
"I hope you're not expecting a VIRGIN sacrifice!"
They froze. "Why not?" Asked one.
"Honey, I haven't been a virgin in twenty years!"
"Stop with your lies!"
"Seriously, you moron. I'm a Night Elf, I'm in my forties. Hell, it's been longer than twenty years, and probably only a week since my last dick." She snorted. "And why the hell did you chain me like this? I'm supposed to be on my back, facing the heavens!"
"See, I TOLD you that you read the diagram wrong!" One of them hissed.
"What do YOU know of our sacred rights?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Because I'm a high priestess, you dumbfuck!"
"Prove it!"
"Page twelve, paragraph three, fourth row, CLEARLY states that you must have, and I quote... "A virginal sacrifice, a being of such pure chastity, that their presence may be known throughout the land. Our Goddess of pain and desire wishes to be the only one to taint such a creature." End quote."
The three men looked down at the book, before scrambling to unlock her from the rock.
Yanking the book out of their clutches, she flipped to the appropriate page. "Godess, you're all fucking idiots. You didn't even draw the casting circle correctly" She pulled a piece of chalk out of one of the men's hand, and began to systematically draw on the ground. She was completely naked, and all of them stared at her ass. "You must use precise, clear strokes. If you don't do it right, nothing will happen."
"Forgive us priestess."
"Well, we'll do this right." She flipped through the book. "Now, everyone must be positioned like so..." She considered. "First we must deal with our virgins. You DO realize that, by "virgin" it means male or female, right?"
