Edited by: CiaoSteve
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It is a scorching summers evening, the dry day drags on as the sun drops down behind houses and tall trees. A few rays of light do manage to shine through, illuminating the stained glass windows, refracting beautiful shades of red, green and yellow throughout the church. Unlit candles are placed at particular points; many of them are already at half their normal size since they were allowed to burn through the night before. Just below the candles are small pools of wax that dripped off the old tables arranged in a useful fashion.
With the doors to the building still closed, a growing mass of people are milling outside left to their own devices, choosing to pass the time by talking amongst themselves. Small light hearted conversations do well in filling large gaps in time where one would normally stand idle.
Most of those waiting outside seem to be male, many of whom take to wearing formal attire with shaven or at least well kept beards. The women who make up a small part of the crowd wear tailored dresses that reach past their knees. Most have simple and minimalistic designs with little for the eye to absorb.
The doors to the church stay unopened for about an hour, and through this time, the conversations become lively as the need for entertainment increases. Soon, the church bells ring out, and some jump, rightfully agitated by the needlessly loud instruments.
The boisterous conversations do stop as many church goers take a moment to listen to the synchronized bells, allowing the music to wash over them and sooth their souls.
One woman in particular though, despite the bells, groans anxiously and takes it upon herself to find out why the doors remain unmoved.
"Percy, Sweetheart." She says to the well dressed man wrapped around her arm. "I'm going to take a walk, you mind coming with me?"
His eyes narrow, questioning her request, but as he does, he notices a group of old friends belonging to the congregation. There is confidence in the way they present themselves as they continue walking towards him in an effort to mingle.
Amongst the milling crowd, one person in particular stood out. She is wearing an expensive and stylish broach pinned to her red, form hugging dress. It is the kind that would shimmer in the sun when worn on a bright day, immediately drawing the eye to her cleavage.
Small beads of sweat slowly accumulate as she walks with a vivacious sway in her hips, moving from her neck to her breasts as they bounce, teasing most of the men around her. They glance, and she smiles knowingly. A few of their wives or girlfriends are quick to pinch an ear to regain the attention of their loved ones.
"No, I think I'll stay for the time being, so go on, I'll be right here when you get back." With that, he crosses over to brush her hair to one side, and plants a light kiss on her forehead.
She then forces a dimpled smile, a bit disappointed by his response, but continues in the other direction, and around the church corner. There are a few windows propped open with splintered wooden blocks, allowing one to peer inside the sweltering building.
With an ear pointed towards the opening, she keeps still and silent, waiting for the slightest sounds.
Unfortunately, with the obnoxious bells still ringing, she struggles to pick up anything other than what she has been listening to for the past few minutes. There is something else though. The building itself emanates its own persona. A combination of intense heat, in itself incredibly off putting, and a strong force is poking and prodding at her mind, dragging her curiosity deeper.
Her heart quickens as her breathing deepens.
Her hands soon find themselves around her own secret entrance, and she extends her foot, kicking the block out of place to slide down feet first.
Fortunately, the window itself is wide enough for her to ease through, but her diminutive form ends up slipping, causing her to land with a loud thud. She does end up hitting the ground, butt first, knocking over one of the many tables.
Unable to hide the noise her embarrassing tumble, she catches the attention of a nun dressed as her religion demands. Her face is beautifully feminine and pale, and her eyes a sparkling blue. It would be safe to say that with such radiance; she would easily draw favor from anyone in a room. Her voice, soft and enchanting, is incredibly soothing to hear. In fact, it does well in drowning out the sounds of the church bells.
"Pardon me, but I don't think that's the correct entrance." She smiles lightly as her voice reverberates off the stone walls.
As an intruder she is quick to apologize, but the nun before her is just as quick to forgive.
"It's alright, I'm sure you didn't mean any harm." Her demeanor is incredibly calm for one who witnessed another trespass. "So, my dear, why don't you tell me your name?"
"Agnella..." Her voice wavers a bit, with the heat starting to get to her.
"You don't seem quite right dear." The nun points towards an empty seat, its woodwork intricate and well kept. "Come here, sit down for a while, and let me get you something to drink."
Agnella does as she is told, without a fuss. She sits down and patently waits for her new acquaintance. In that time, she takes in all the room has to offer in aesthetic appeal.
The church has an obvious weathered look to it, as the stonework is cracked in multiple places. However, much effort has been put into restoration; she even recalls many generous donations going towards rebuilding the site.
The pews are organized nicely, set up in six rows of four, more than enough room for those who wish to sit and listen to their shepherds speak openly. There are also quite a few long stem candle holders at the base of an oddly marked confessional.
Just before rising from her seat to properly examine its symbols, her hostess returns with a glass cup, and politely motions for her to sit back down.
"No, please stay there, I can't have you collapsing on me." She passes Agnella her cup "Here take this. It's something my family passed on through generations."
She takes a sip, and coughs, not used to the strong scent or taste, but she decides to continue drinking, if only to quench her thirst.
"I suppose it's our fault for making you wait so long under the sun."
Agnella then responds with the cup still close to her lips.
"How can you wear all of those clothes and still be able to work without fainting?"
On that note, her acquaintance smiles, almost from ear to ear, and stands directly in front of Agnella. Each step she takes echoes throughout the halls as her heels clack against the marble flooring.
"Well, I'd like to think I was made to love the heat, sweating and heaving heavily as I'm taken and thrashed about. Although to be perfectly honest, I haven't had much luck with men in a long...long time."
Agnella's eyes grow wide and her jaw drops as she struggles to process the coming information.
"Why would you say such things, this is a place of..."
Just before finishing her judgmental statement, the glass she was holding drops. Her body, now racked with pain as she shivers uncontrollably
"What is it my dear? Not used to hearing holy women speak so openly?" She stops for moment, only to remove a few articles of clothing, revealing her curvaceous figure.
Her hips are wide, and do well in complementing her rear end in a way that would demand the attention of most men when passing by. Her core is well toned with occasional beads of sweat running down, gliding past her bellybutton. She is positively gorgeous, with a bust that is impossible to miss as multiple tattoos stem from around her areola, down her torso, ending along her arched backside.
