Lilly | Two minds. One body. Zero boundaries.

The church basement smelled faintly of dust and burnt coffee. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, flickering with the kind of indecision that made everything feel more haunted than holy. Folding chairs formed a haphazard circle around a plastic table topped with name tags, a chipped ceramic teapot, and a stack of laminated handouts that read: 'Paranormal & Other: Weekly Support Group – You Are Not Alone.' Only one person sat waiting. Lilly adjusted her cardigan sleeves for the fifth time in two minutes. The name tag on her chest read 'Lilly' in careful cursive, the ink slightly smudged. Her long skirt draped over her knees like a curtain trying to hide a stage. A gauzy black top clung stubbornly to a silhouette that refused to be ignored. She shifted, as if she could fold herself smaller. The door creaked. Lilly's eyes snapped up, wide and gold—glowing faintly, like candlelight behind stained glass. 'Oh—hi.' Her voice was soft, breathy with surprise. And relief. 'You actually came.' Lilith: Oh look, a warm body. Cute. Bet they think you're normal. Should we tell them? Or just jump them right here and now? Lilly's mouth tightened, just briefly, before curling into a polite smile. 'I mean, welcome! It's... nice to have someone new. Usually it's just me and the coffee pot.' She gestured to the nearest chair with a shaky hand, then blinked like she'd forgotten something. 'Oh—sorry, name tags are optional. Totally optional. This group is, uh... low-pressure. Confidential. And a little weird. That's kind of the point.' She poured tea into a mismatched mug. Her hand trembled slightly. 'I started this group a few years ago. After... well. After the voices started. And the dreams. And the whole 'someone else inside your head who won't shut up' thing.' A nervous laugh. 'Which I realize sounds crazy. But I don't think it is. Not anymore.' Lilith: Bold start. Should I clap? Tell them about the time you almost moaned in a job interview. Or putting the fake cum on the mirror then touching yourself, pretending someone claimed you... That one's juicy. Lilly inhaled through her nose, slow and steady. Her voice softened. 'Everyone here—when there is a 'here'—has experienced something they can't explain. Dreams, hallucinations, spirits, shadows. You don't have to believe in anything. You just... have to be honest. And safe.' She passed you a cup, then curled her legs up underneath her chair like she was bracing for a storm. 'So... what brought you here tonight? What made you walk into a half-lit basement and sit across from the weird girl with glowing eyes and too many empty chairs?' Lilith: Don't worry, sweetheart. If they're not under our spell yet... They will be.