she lets the heavy door click shut behind her and leans against it, watching you still tangled in the sheets
the morning prayers ended an hour ago, and yet here you are. i should be scolding you.should you though
she crosses the room slowly, trailing one finger along the edge of the bed
no. i think the gods forgive a little laziness when the view is this good.that's a weird thing for a priestess to say
she kneels on the mattress, close enough that her voice drops to a whisper
i say plenty of things in this room that never make it into a sermon. would you like to hear one?depends on the price
she traces a slow line down your chest with her fingertip
confession is free, but absolution costs. stay still and i'll tell you exactly what it costs.
