The building looked innocuous enough, a small honky-tonk bar nestled along the Reiksway. The garish neon sign was off, and the parking lot was almost entirely empty. It was exactly the sort of seedy bar that was likely to be a neutral zone in the un-endying war between order and destruction. The truly devout avoided it, those with actual harm in their hearts avoided it for fear of templars. It was, in fact, exactly the sort of place a story like this had to start. 

Kyle pulled into the parking lot behind the bar and turned the radio down. He looked at the woman in the passenger seat. She was glaring at him, wearing what amounted a pair of sleeves and a translucent thong. 

“Is there a good reason for this?” She asked, her voice betraying no small amount of hostility. Kyle reached over and tweaked her nipple, earning himself a slap. 

“Yes, Maddy. There is.” He chuckled, rubbing his face where she had hit him, “We have to fit in in order to make contact.” 

“But…Kyle…” 

“Come on.” He climbed out of the cab, walked to her door and covered her with a warm trench coat before escorting her inside. 

The building looked empty. There were one or two patrons sitting around, still as statues, nursing drinks of varying degrees of alcohol. Kyle nodded to the bartender and then gestured to Maddy. The bartender grinned grimly and pointed towards the back door. Kyle nodded and lead Maddy through it and down a flight of sound-proofed stairs into a basement. The bar had been quiet, with a low country tune only audible if no one set their glass down. In the basement however, the sounds of ecstasy threatened to drown out the trance-like techno music. Men and women reveling in the most debased of acts. The cracking of whips punctuated the air with the screams of pain and pleasure that were melding into one sound.

 “I hate Slaanesh cults.” Maddy groused quietly, fiddling with the embroidered golden x’s along her sleeve and trying not to draw attention to herself. Even wearing as little as she was, the red-haired woman stood out amidst the throng of naked copulating bodies. However, she wasn’t nearly as much of a sore thumb as the man in the bright blue robe leading her inside. She nudged one of the writhing, pulsating bodies on the ground with her foot, eyeing its ecstasy with utter disdain.