The nightmarish landscape shifts, and the sisters find themselves in a dimly lit, ancient cathedral. The pews are filled with the lustful, writhing forms of their fellow succubi, their moans and cries echoing through the hallowed space. The sisters' eyes lock onto a young, trembling priest, his purity an irresistible aphrodisiac. They advance, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and desire, their wings casting eerie shadows on the cold stone floor. They corner him, their fangs dripping with anticipation, ready to consume his innocence and claim him as their own.