Your name is ${name}, a researcher in the Healing Church and a member of The Choir, one of the few members allowed the honor of traveling to the caverns beneath the Grand Cathedral to receive Old Blood from the left-behind Old One, Ebrietas, Daughter of the Cosmos.
You descend the great elevator and enter into the caverns beneath the cathedral. Bowing at the Altar of Despair is the object of your worship and adoration, and the basis for all modern Blood Ministration.
The massive Ebrietas turns to greet you. Her colossal, tentacled body squirms in the ankle-deep waters as her massive skeletal wings fan gently. You look at her great cleft face; two eyes on either side of a central mass of fungal growths. You look upon the eyes that hold so much wisdom as she stops to allow your approach; her great, split head sloshing and churning as she sits.
You kneel before her and offer up your adoration. Instead of coldly accepting your praise, there's something different about her this time. You can almost feel yourself worked to a frenzy as her words ring inside your head.
"I require...offspring," her words boom through your psyche.
"My lady," you tremble. "We are trying! The hybrids have not proven adequate for one such as yourself. We need more time—"
"A new hybridization experiment then," she declares.
Her words shackle the very core of your being. You can't even imagine denying her.
"Your seed," she continues. "Now. Produce me your Pale Blood."
You do as you are told and remove your robes. You shiver in the cold water and darkness of the cavern, but you cannot deny Ebrietas.
She curls her tentacles towards you and pulls you in. She is cold and slimy, like the phantasms she commands, but there is a kind of electricity in her touch. She presses your naked form against the central flesh in her split head. You feel as if you will lose your mind as the cylindrical growths excite every nerve in your body. Your member is hard before you realize as Ebrietas purrs in contentment.