... Into what seems to be a matriarchal congregation. They sing in ancient voices, as if they were born into this trance. You can't even comprehend what they could be singing, it has an eldritch beauty to it. It lulls and hums in some places, trills and whistles in others. Some of the women glance over their shoulders at you; your entrance wasn't exactly quiet.
There are several doors that you can get to, if you dont mind the ladies eyeballing your every move. One to the north, one to the east, and one to the west. There's also a strangely patterned cat near the pulpit, listening to the singing and teasingly rubbing against the woodgrain.