[The young man smiles—it's a bit of a half-smile, really—and clasps his hands in a very formal Pious Looking Way. His voice is liquid smooth as he speaks a bit more candidly but no less faithfully.]

You're one of the Mistress' summoned folk, aren't you? We're a fully licenced and accredited cult; the paperwork is available if you need to see it. We don't want anyone to worry about being taken in by one of those back-alley cults, least of all someone of your standing.

[A woman near the back moans once in ecstasy for apparently no reason. She rolls over onto her side and smiles, eyes closed.]