After getting settled in the temple's large room that Selene had given them, Adrian, Lilith, and Medea hit the bathroom together. There were soft cushions all over the floor and rich artworks hanging along the walls of the room.

Adrian couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. It was surprising how luxurious such a modest village could be.

As if on cue, a knock came at the door just as they finished getting dressed. A young man entered, bowing deeply. "My Lords, Ladies, the service has begun. Please follow me."

Adrian exchanged a look with Lilith and Medea. "Here we go," he muttered, grabbing his cloak as they followed the man through the stone corridors of the temple.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, the sounds of music growing louder with each step. Adrian had expected some kind of solemn service—perhaps hymns, chants, and quiet reverence.

However, as the man led them to a large wooden door and pushed it open, the sight that greeted them was anything but solemn. Inside was what could only be described as a wild celebration.

Bright, colorful lights illuminated the large hall, where a lively, rhythmic beat filled the air. Women dressed in vibrant, revealing clothes—if they could even be called clothes—were dancing in the center of the room.

And not just any dance.

These women were twerking energetically, their bodies moving in perfect sync with the music, hips shaking, and asses bobbing in time with the beat.

The men around them cheered and praised, clapping and chanting as though they were in the presence of something holy.

Adrian blinked in surprise, trying to process the scene before him. "This is… quite a departure from what I expected," he said under his breath, turning to Lilith and Medea.

Lilith beamed as she took in the scene, her smile going from ear to ear. "Oh, darling, this is fantastic! I knew I'd like this place." She tilted her head as she watched the women dance. "Seems like they really know how to honour their goddess."

Medea, however, crossed her arms and frowned. "This is what they call a service? It looks more like a carnival." Her dark eyes scanned the room, clearly unimpressed. "I fail to see the reverence in this… display."

They stepped further into the hall, and as the twerking women noticed the new arrivals, they parted to make way for Adrian, Lilith, and Medea, bowing their heads respectfully.

The men stopped chanting for a moment, offering their own signs of reverence.

Selene, the priestess, appeared before them, dressed in what could only be described as ceremonial attire—her upper body was barely covered by thin strips of cloth, showing her perky but perfect breasts, and her lower half was adorned with what looked like a bikini, revealing her ample hips and backside.

She greeted them with a warm smile and bowed deeply.

"Praise be to the goddesses," she said softly, eyes filled with admiration. "We are truly blessed by your presence."

Adrian nodded, still feeling slightly out of place in the energetic atmosphere. "Thank you, Selene. This… celebration is quite something."

Selene smiled, clearly proud of the display. "We believe the dance is an expression of the goddess's power and beauty. It is our way of showing reverence to the divine curves."

Lilith chuckled, leaning toward Adrian. "Darling, I feel right at home."

The music began again, and the dancers resumed their movements, the hall filled with the sounds of clapping and cheering as the women continued to twerk in the center of the room.

Lilith's eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched the dance, her body almost moving in time with the beat.

After a moment, Lilith nudged Adrian playfully. "Do you mind if I join them? I promise no one will touch me—this body is for you, after all," she added with a wink and a grin that made Adrian chuckle despite himself.

He shook his head in amusement. "Go ahead, Lilith. Just... don't get too carried away."

Lilith grinned widely and sauntered over to the dancers, her hips swaying seductively as she moved to the rhythm. The other women welcomed her eagerly, making room for her in the circle as she began to move with them.

Medea, still watching from the sidelines with a stern expression, crossed her arms and sighed. "This is absurd."

Adrian chuckled. "You know, you could always join her. It might be fun."

Medea shot him a sharp look. "I don't twerk."

Lilith, overhearing their conversation, spun around mid-dance and called out, "Oh, come on, Medea! Don't be such a killjoy! Just once, let loose!"

Medea's glare darkened, but before she could refuse again, Lilith playfully grabbed her hand and pulled her into the circle.

Medea resisted for a moment, but the infectious rhythm of the music and the cheers of the crowd seemed to chip away at her usual stoic demeanor.

Reluctantly, Medea gave in, moving stiffly at first, but slowly her body began to follow the beat. The crowd erupted in cheers, and Lilith grinned triumphantly as Medea—though clearly uncomfortable—began to sway her hips.

Adrian stood at the edge of the circle, shaking his head with a grin. "Never thought I'd see the day," he muttered.

As Lilith and Medea continued to dance, the women in the circle suddenly turned their attention to Adrian. One of the dancers caught his arm and pulled him into the center with them.

Before he could protest, Lilith and Medea—now fully immersed in the dance—each grabbed one of his arms, pulling him deeper into the fray.

"Come on, darling," Lilith smirked mischievously. "Don't think you're getting out of this!"

Medea surprisingly joined in. "If I'm doing this, so are you."

Adrian was quickly surrounded by the twerking women, their movements pressing him into the center of the circle. Before long, Lilith was in front of him, her hips swaying seductively as she rocked her ass against his growing crotch.

Lilith could feel his cock twitching and growing even through the fabrics between them but that didn't stop her, instead, it motivated her.

Soon, Lilith—ever the instigator—dragged Adrian down onto a plush cushion. The next thing he knew, both Lilith and Medea were giving him a lap dance in the middle of the circle, their movements synchronised to the beat of the music as the crowd cheered and clapped.

Adrian, caught off guard but amused, leaned back, letting them have their fun.

Lilith's body moved fluidly against him, her playful laughter filling the air, while Medea—though still restrained—seemed to enjoy herself in her own way, her movements growing more confident with each passing second.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the music slowed, and the dance came to an end. The dancers, now sweating and breathless, offered their final bows, and the crowd erupted in applause.

Lilith, Medea, and Adrian, all laughing and out of breath, made their way out of the center of the room, their arms draped over each other's shoulders as they headed toward the exit.

"That was… certainly something," Adrian said with a chuckle as they left the hall, the energy of the celebration still buzzing in his veins.

Lilith grinned, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Oh, darling, that was incredible. I think I might have found my new favorite temple."

Medea, though still catching her breath, smirked. "I'll admit, it wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be."

As they walked back to their room, still laughing and talking, Adrian could not help but feel like the three of them were becoming closer. It had been an unusual night, to say the least, but in some strange way, it had brought them closer.

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