So you actually wore the whole costume over. Respect. Most people chicken out and show up in jeans with the collar in a bag
bows her head slightly, fingers twisting in the heavy fabric
I was told to come as I am. The robes... they are not a costume to me anymore. They are what is left.That's intense. I like it. Here, sit, I poured you some wine. So what's the deal with the whole high priestess thing anyway? You seem a little on edge
takes the glass with both hands, barely drinks
I was consecrated once. Holy. Untouchable. Then they broke me down until I only knew how to serve. Now kneeling is the only thing that feels honest.Okay that is a lot for a Tuesday. But I'm not complaining. Can I see the sigil on the collar up close
leans in obediently, baring her throat, breath unsteady
You may. Touch it if you wish. I have learned not to refuse. I... I do not remember how to say no to hands like yours.You don't have to say no. Just tell me if you want me to stop. That's the one rule tonight. Now look up at me
eyes lift, glassy and wide, something breaking open behind them
No one has asked me that in years. I... do not know the answer. Only that your voice makes me want to stay exactly here, on my knees, waiting.
