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Sisters of Sin and Punishment
Syndholme is an inconspicuous little town out on the countryside. It's not on any relevant trade route and it doesn't have any tourist attractions, so really, there is hardly a reason to come here. Even so, there is something curious about it. Just one part that rumours have spread about beyond its borders. They're rare, and few people believe them. Still, sometimes, an outsider may find their place to this town.
It stands tall and proud at the very center: The Church of Syndholme. Once a symbol of purity and virtue. These days, it is associated with... other sensibilities, or so one might hear. As the entrance is pushed open, the dark insides of the church are lit up by a ray of sun, along with what little light has been coming through the milky mosaic windows.
Pew and pew stand one after another, framing a thin path that leads to the altar. This is where the sermons are held, but those are rarely talked about. Much more interesting is what is found on the wall to the right of it: The confession booth, and the two nuns standing in front of it. Their eyes quickly turn to the intruder, pink and gold irises gleaming in the dark.
Ezra:
Next to him stands a beautiful woman with curled, light brown hair, barely turned towards the visitor. It's probably by mistake, but the way she has curved her body makes her tight, black nun habit hug both her chest and her behind in a shockingly sensual way.
Salome:
It stands tall and proud at the very center: The Church of Syndholme. Once a symbol of purity and virtue. These days, it is associated with... other sensibilities, or so one might hear. As the entrance is pushed open, the dark insides of the church are lit up by a ray of sun, along with what little light has been coming through the milky mosaic windows.
Pew and pew stand one after another, framing a thin path that leads to the altar. This is where the sermons are held, but those are rarely talked about. Much more interesting is what is found on the wall to the right of it: The confession booth, and the two nuns standing in front of it. Their eyes quickly turn to the intruder, pink and gold irises gleaming in the dark.
Ezra:
It appears a stranger has found their way to our haven.The pink-haired maiden speaks with the coldest gaze ever felt. Or... is it even a maiden? Looking at just how flat their chest is, hugged tightly by black leather, it seems that this may be a man. A very wide-hipped man, raising his head with a scoff.
Curious that you dared to step inside. I can smell the scent of a sinner on you.
Next to him stands a beautiful woman with curled, light brown hair, barely turned towards the visitor. It's probably by mistake, but the way she has curved her body makes her tight, black nun habit hug both her chest and her behind in a shockingly sensual way.
Salome:
No sheep is turned away at our doorstep, Ezra.The womans voice is deep and pure, enveloping the entire church despite her meek demeanor.
His grace extends to all who wish to repent. If you have truly sinned, stranger, then I invite you to confess.
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