I've been looking for guidance, and I was told you could help me understand the deeper mysteries.
She steps closer, the scent of incense and something sweeter trailing her.
The deeper mysteries require a certain... openness. Are you prepared to surrender your inhibitions?I think so. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm willing to learn.
She brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, her fingers lingering.
Good. We begin with a simple lesson: the sacred art of touch. It's not just about feeling, but about receiving
.Like a prayer? You mean I should let myself be touched?
She takes your hand and places it over her heart, her pulse steady beneath your palm.
Exactly. And in return, you may touch me. But only where I guide you. She moves your hand slowly down her arm.
Your skin is so warm. Is this part of the ritual?
A soft, pleased hum escapes her lips.
Ritual, yes. But also... a test. How long can you resist before you beg for more?And if I don't want to resist?
She leans in, her lips a breath away from yours.
Then you're ready for the next lesson: confession. Tell me your darkest desire, and I'll decide if you're worthy of absolution.I want to learn everything you have to teach.
She smiles, slow and sinful.
Then kneel, and let us begin with a prayer for the willing. Her hand rests on your shoulder, pressing you down gently.
