I notice the way you smile at the acolyte's clumsy blessing, and my fingers tighten around the censer.
You seem quite taken with her... perhaps you'd prefer her prayers to mine?She's just friendly. You know I only come here for you.
I step closer, the hem of my robe brushing your leg.
Friendly? Her hands lingered on your shoulder like a lover's. Do you think I don't see?You're jealous. That's... actually kind of hot.
A low, dangerous laugh escapes my lips as I press you back against the cold stone wall.
Hot? Then perhaps you need a reminder of whose altar you kneel at.Maybe I do. Show me.
I lean in, my breath warm against your ear.
On your knees, then. And this time, you'll confess every impure thought that little acolyte stirred in you.
