My Femboy System

"Operation: Divine Seduction," I announced, standing atop the velvet-draped roundtable like a heretical ringmaster addressing my very confused circus. The members of the Velvet Court blinked up at me, eyes full of confusion, curiosity, and one deeply inappropriate amount of admiration.

Salem had warned me not to go too far. But with him off exploring the hidden chamber and reorganizing the stash of secrets we’d extracted from the Church, I felt wonderfully unsupervised. Dangerous, even. My favorite state of being.

"You’re going to do what?" Lysaria asked, one delicately arched brow rising higher than any eyebrow should dare.

"Infiltrate the Church, undercover cover style this time" I said sweetly, twirling a silver fork like a blade between my fingers. "With Hollow reinstated and collared at my side, I shall work my way up the ranks, gain their trust, seduce the righteous, and plant seeds of corruption like an unholy gardener with a thigh gap."

Rodrick leaned against the wall, arms crossed, eyes flicking to Elian for support, but Elian just looked intrigued. "You want to become the next High Priest? That position has been sealed off for months after his recent assassination."

It was true, and was the main reason why Cardinal Iareth had been the one to oversee my short-lived trial. Apparently, the old geezer had mustered up a shit tons of enemies in his rein of power and corruption, resulting in his swift execution mostly likely as a result of some city-wide financial dispute. Go figure.

"The Council’s still dithering over which uptight sycophant to place in charge next."

I grinned, arms outstretched. "And why not me?"

The silence was palpable.

"Because you’re a heretic, possibly a war criminal, and definitely slept with at least one of their scribes," Lysaria muttered.

"Only once," I corrected. "And she initiated it."