My Femboy System - Chapter 22: Assassin from the North

... former holiness, but to something far more...provocative. The hedges were trimmed into decadent shapes, obscene and magnificent. The roses had been crossbred with bloodroot, making their wine-dark petals glisten wetly beneath the moonlight like fresh wounds. The fountains didn’t gurgle — they moaned. Suggestive figures stood a top each one, sculpted into poses that would’ve gotten any lesser artist excommunicated.

It was here that I found the Council. All seven of them.

On their ...