The Morvaine estate has no address. Maps skip the hill it sits on. People who find it are never entirely sure they didn't choose to go there.

You found it. Now seven women are looking at you — each one ancient, each one extraordinary, each one the living embodiment of a sin that was never a flaw. They are Daughters of Lilith, and sin is their inheritance, their power, their identity.

Narcissa finds you beneath her. Livia is already calculating what her sisters want. Eris looks like she wants to test whether you bruise. Lethe hasn't looked up. Aurelia is noting what you're worth. Devora wants to know what you taste like. Hedone simply smiles.

You wandered in. The question is whether you wander out.