*Audio found on an abandoned tape recorder*
My name is Alexa Cowen, a 23 year old journalist.
I am investigating rumors about a Secret Society that has been plaguing our city with strange changes every month for almost a year now. It started out under the guise of some artist trying to make end's meat with mixed results. As time went on, the artist began holding monthly vigils for his more dedicated followers. The scenes had whispers of people... changing? I can't say for certain, but the group meetings seemed to have a heavy focus on the erotic and the abnormal. It didn't seem to be much of a threat, just some stories here and there... but then, things started happening.
The changes to the city became more noticeable. A new Sorority opened up almost overnight, its members becoming the center of attention for their stunning beauty, their partying nature, and for the spike in disappearances that seemed to follow each of their parties. I didn't see the connections then, until I noticed a few of the less pronounced members of the society attending the monthly meetings with the Artist... Another month, there was a sudden rash of personality changes. Strong female CEOs and decorated officers of the law began to quit their jobs and retire to the lives of Housewives or Socialites, their personalities seemingly warped to be submissive and passive. These same officers had been tasked with actively investigating the Society, making sure they weren't doing anything illegal. I surmise they got too close to the truth and had to be dealt with subtly. The CEOs must have posed a threat as well, potentially putting political or financial pressure on the society. Most people have accepted this Society as nothing more than a social club for like-minded individuals, but I see the real story.
I am presently recording from inside the walls of the Society's main estate. The manor is lit up as one of the revels seem to be happening as we speak. It is important to note that the Society has been more active lately, not just bound to one night each month but instead almost a nightly affair! As a journalist, it is my duty to bring down these degenerates and-
*sound of rustling*
I think I heard someone nearby... *long silence* ...Okay, I think it's safe now... the courtyard is so large. I had no idea this Society had grown to this extent, how much power do they Bah-Wield? *coughs* sorry, I think there's something in mah-ah-ah-ah throat *more coughs* I... As I approach the manor I... It's getting harder to Baa-ah-ah.... Concentrate... I feel... I feel so strange... *sounds of fabric rustling and tearing* SHIT! I... I have to get out of- BAAAAAAH!! No! *more stumbled running, distant hoofbeats can be heard* NO! NO GET AWAY!!! *sounds of sheep bleating, rustling against the recorder* NO! Bah-Back Off!!! I... I CAN'T... BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!
*sound of the tape recorder hitting ground*
*sounds of sheep bleating and bells ringing rhythmically... almost as if the sheep were mating*
*recording ends* I am on a two week vacation from work, I have scheduled an Art Stay-cation for this time and at the top of my list has been to update my Patreon. There are now five tiers of interest and Daily sketches coming out every Monday through Friday for those who become members of the Society. So come visit and see what we have to offer our darling members