Locked. It wasn't until I had tried the remaining 7 doors on the blinded-out facade of the structure, that I finally noticed the faded handwritten mem...o-card, that directed challenged-novices like me to the rear of the building.After sloshing through two murky puddles of urine and used condoms, I reached the pleasantly lit ‘rear entrance’ without further problems. Figuring that at this point, I would have to burn the hoodie anyway, I once again extended the sleeve, and briskly pushed the glass. Luckily this end of the temple was in darkness.All the knights seemed to be congregated down the other end of the temple next to the altarShe quickly and quietly shut the door behind her and started to move towards the Knights.All twenty of the knights of the Conclave stood in circle around the altarThey were there to honour their newest member.Each was dressed in full armour under a red cloak with the sign of the cross in gold on the back.They all looked handsome, beautiful and worthy of. Much. Prisons make license plates. We make lingerie. We sell to very key distributors throughout the world. Corsets, latex, rubber, shoes, the works. Even wigs. We find that making sissies work on what they wear, and wear what they work on to be very satisfying. And our quality is excellent. Beyond excellent. Flawless. And the reason why, is that failure, mistakes, flaws, are punished with extreme prejudice."Chanazene sipped her glass of wine, and lit a cigarette, her perfectly manicured nails. She was wearing an old pair of shorts she'd found in the bedroom her Uncle Bob had given her. They were much too big for her, but she liked them because they had all kinds of pockets on them. So she cinched a belt through the loops to hold them onto her slim waist above the recently developed swell of her hips.The tails of the short sleeved shirt she'd also found in the closet in her room were tied across her stomach just under her breasts, and she'd buttoned two of the buttons to cover her.