Angela is horrified at the notion of turning that cute ritual into an actual orgy and sex themed rave. "Uh, no," she steps back. Realizing how her step could be taken and not wanting to hurt Scandal's feelings, "That is not quite what I meant. Besides, joining in, would delay the research too much." She quickly lines out her plan, but quietly. Stepping back in to speak with Scandal closely, her step was against the notion, not Scandal per se. She quickly threw her arm over the girl in support and caring love. "Girl listen, I was thinking that we could dance in as high priestesses dressed in covering  Golden hoods, and golden robes, naked or golden bikinis. They seem to be feeding off that kind of exhibition. Once we dance our way in, we lead a few mantras, cheer leading, gather the tribute (cans of tentacle grape), throw a few dozen golden cans, fake constructs, into the effigy and waltz out with a sampling like few others, and dance back out. Even the gathering containers will be golden sunsteel, as such they have no possibility of contaminating the sample." she pulls the girl in for a reassuring hug, feeling her own pulse race. Why?<br/><br/>She had at first thought it was in embarrasment over being misunderstood, but she couldn't get this lovely's naked image out of her head. Perhaps they should be naked beneath the robes, and half way through the cheer, throw their robes into the flames. A hungry gleam hits her eyes, this close to Scandal. Then she pulls herself together. That would be perfect for the scene, so she would have to make sure they were covered beneath. Golden one-piece it is. She wondered if her own sudden dampness could be seen through the swimsuit. Temptation, stand aside. She puts on a strong front, but she is Catholic, she has her standards. Besides Father Bill would throw a conniption.