When everyone was inside the mansion, they segregated among themselves. One girl in the youth group named Paula felt like an outcast in the mansion. She tried looking for her group but could not spot them because the mansion was so humongous. Anyone could easily get lost inside. Their staircase was a 20 flight to get to the congregation room. Their banister was a brown marble design, and to get the room was an extended spiral hallway. The hallway made Paula feel dizzy. They had an upper faraway ceiling and golden chandeliers all around the house. There were other rooms, and one room, in particular, stood out to Paula. In the room, she saw the 6 sisters. They were conversing about something Paula could not grasp. She also noticed that they were all wearing tight black outfits just like Trina. She slowly eased her way to the door and dunked down onto the floor so she could hear what was being said.
"They all go have to do the ritual tonight," Monique demanded.
"RITUAL?" Paula said in her head. What were they talking about? Paula thought.
"That's a nice group but..." Kacy got cut off.
"What about your friend?" Kara asked.
"My friend?" Trina asked.
"Your friend Shana? She brought her ministry a long way out here. So you go put her through all this too?" Kara asked.
"I don't care about Shana," Trina said, uncaringly.
"WHAT?" Paula thought. Shana came a long way from Chicago to Luxembourg to see her best friend, and she does not care about her? Something is curiously going on here.
There is something that the Holy Sisters are hiding from the ministry, and Paula is going to find out what it is. She could not believe what those hypocrites who called themselves holy sisters and they are supposed to be Christians would say something negative like that. The room got silent after that, and she heard someone plodded to the door.
Paula hurried her way towards the congregation room and swiftly opened the two doors adjoined. It was a crowded room that had an unusual style and structure for a Christian family to have in their home. The room's architecture was designed like a clubhouse. Before you entered the room, there was a bar stand on the left side. It had 7 black stools, and the bar counter was constructed in black metallic. On the upper head of the bar, hung stainless steel wine glasses, and some were sparkling clear glasses. Paula just stood there silent with her mouth open and gazed at the bar. She watched the young, slime, and handsome caucasian bartender pour down everyone's drinks. The bartender had black spiked-up hair. He was dressed in a black vest and bow tie. In the back of the room by a big glass window where you could see a splendid view of downtown skyscrapers. There was a disc jockey playing Kirk Franklin's music. The beat sounded hip hoppish than spiritual. Everyone started dancing to the music playing. But they were not dancing in the holy way that most church people danced. They were dancing like they were in a nightclub getting their freak on. Paula could not believe in her own eyes seeing a bar inside of a Christian family's mansion. Not only that. People danced and bumped and grimed to the music made Paula sick to her stomach. "THIS AIN'T NO CONGREGATION ROOM. WHERE IS THE PASTOR?" Paula shouted. Paula spoke for the first time in the mansion. No one heard her, although she was loud. No one heard her. No one paid any attention to her. It was like Paula did not exist because everyone was so in tune to the music that was being played. She only saw a few of her church members in the room but they were all men that were in her group. They did not pay any attention to her either. The rest she did not know.
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