Midnight arrived like a velvet curtain falling over the Crimson Rose mansion.

The grand ritual chamber in the basement had been transformed into a temple of sin and blood. Black silk drapes hung from the ceiling, hundreds of crimson candles cast flickering shadows, and the floor was covered in soft velvet mattresses arranged in a wide circle. In the center stood a large, elevated altar draped in deep red satin.

Lily was led down the stairs by Victoria and Cassandra, completely naked except for a delicate silver chain around her neck that bore the sorority’s rose emblem. Her heart hammered with a intoxicating mix of terror and overwhelming arousal. Every...