A Place You Stay Forever : Chapter 3 Powder Room Pow Wow To Plan The Witches Sabbath

A sect within the Penticton Witches coven raucously conversed and caroused each other with sharp tipsy fingertips.

Inside the Mule Nightclub's washroom the faction were raring in sopping readiness. With pert antics they dabbled with each other while waiting on Miss Lucia to surface and distribute surveillance photographs.

Every third lunar cycle before the waxing crescent moon phase began, Kitchen Witches were responsible to seductively abduct male offerings for the forth coming Witches Sabbath.

These Kitchen Witches specialise in concocting potions that are used to spike alcoholic cocktails. A few drops in a targeted victims beverage will stimulate an explosion of inhibited encumbrance that can liquidate any noble man's encoded manners.

This allows the witches to cast powerful whisper spells on the duped male as they become engulfed in impairment from the activated superannuated herbal combinations .

He is easily persuade to participate in activities he would otherwise find obscene and disgusting.

Once a Kitchen Witch taints a man's moral aura , she can chaperone him willingly below through the subterranean chambers that bellow and roar within the wicked labyrinth .

This malevolently enshrouded occultist's layer is the Penticton Witches evil epicentre. It has existed for centuries underground, most recently cloaked by the Mule Nightclub .

To inaugurate and perpetrate these malefic rituals, Traditional Witches first must extracted all fluids and follicles from the tanked oaf .

Then the Hedge Witches meticulously conduct devotional ceremonies too fuel the multiple Nkisi's beneath the Mule Nightclub's dance floor.

Recently the Hedge Witches began channelling in groups, trying too trance seer exactly what odoriferous attributes the ominous spirits below commanded for absorption.

The undeniable multiple manifestations animating below the nightclub in the deepest mystic crypts began to become unsettling for the Traditional Witches.

During the weekdays these witches would prospect for scents, trolling malls or gyms, casting luring spells on preferential males the spirits would request. These oblivious men had latent missives impressed in their minds propelling them to attend the Mule Nightclub the following weekend, alone.

The Hereditary Witches youthful complexions were distinctively more prominent after each Witches Sabbath. Meanwhile the town male to female ratio was becoming analytically odd to out of townees the last few tourist seasons.

The old hags who had lodged for aeons scattered around the surrounding mountains, started reappearing in town as their haggard images began to magically fade the last couple of years.

They brought rare foraged roots and weathered animal entrails to trade for unsoiled attire.

Deep forest carbonised wood and rock water were in high demand from Hedge Witches. They would heat the coven's central cauldron with this scarce wood. The rock water was purely just for aesthetics. It masked the foul odour that emitted from these more power wielding witches.

Enterprising Kitchen Witches would leave straw dolls along the paths leading down from the hills, attaching enchanted fabrics that persuade these rickety grey witches to barter exclusively with them for modern outfits and make-up.

Five witch clones bearing their genetically distinct blue hair entered the washroom with the High Priests following.

The room went silent as Giaan's alluring eyes watched the witches straighten their skirts and re buttoned their blouses .

" Whoever fucks the tallest man in the club," she said in an teasing tone

" Will drink a full cup of rejuvenation from enchanted grail at the next Witches Sabbath."

The Penticton Witches High Priestess Giaan Alani took the surveillance photo's that Miss Lucia's was to hand out, threw them in there air, castes a vanishing spell and they disappeared.