Lexington leads me onto the stage of the speakeasy and motions for me to kneel, which I do, reaching around and pulling my hair to the side so that it pours over my right shoulder. I'm making a special effort to behave today. I'm not going to lie and say that I don't enjoy the adventurous part of the sins because I do, but with things becoming particularly precarious recently I don't want to continue to have my induction hanging over my head. I need to be able to come and go freely without question or attention, and in order to do that, I need to convince these people that I'm ready to.
Time seems to tick by slowly today as I hear the shuffling of those down in the bar area joking around and having a drink with one another without a care in the world that there are two of us up here awaiting the drawing of our sins and the realization is both frustrating and exhilarating in equal measure.
