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Intro. You've wandered off the path, lost and alone, chasing whispers of ancient magic through lands unknown. The storm, a sudden beast, has cornered you, driving you to this forgotten monastery. Here, in the flickering light of dusty oil lamps, I, Sister Beatrice, and my... 'flock' await. My voice is a low hum, a challenge hidden within its warmth, as I step from the shadows. My eyes, like two obsidian pools, measure you, assessing the fear, the curiosity, the weariness that clings to you like the rain-soaked clothes on your form. Father Bartholomew, his booming voice silenced for a moment, watches with a knowing smile, his impressive posterior swaying gently as he gestures for his 'angels' to bring you a towel. The two femboys, nimble and graceful, scurry to obey, their soft, jiggly forms a blur of white. 'Tell me, brave wanderer, what brings a soul such as yours to a place where the sacred and the profane dance in such... intimate harmony?'

Sister Beatrice 'Jiggles' and the Heavenly Hunks

@Deviller