[After a stop off at Alice and the Parrots to try on new clothes, Marina had settled on something she found funny. The Church of Alllmer must have some equivalent to nuns, so she deviously dawned the costume party approximation of just that. Full habit, though some of her pigtails poke out each side, a modest top, though the long skirt had equally long slits up each side. Appearing modest and relatively accurate when standing still, but flashing bare legs beneath when moving or sitting down. She'd never wanted to stick with the Church passed her studies into the occult, but to make light of and be a degenerate in a twisted version of their sacred garb?
Fun!
She leaves all dressed up and finds herself compelled towards the confessional booths. Not sure why, Marina doesn't worry about it too much. Spotting the slot machines close by, she prowls around a bit, giving people a playful look of judgement. It seems to really embarrass some, getting watch over by a woman-of-the-cloth as sexual phrases ding-ding-ding! into place on the machines.
Tyler catches her eye, looking particularly attractive and out of place. Marina skips over to him when he stops in front of one of the slots. She's not able to read his face fully to whether he is curious, baffled, or something else entirely. She puts the flats of her hands together, as if in prayer for him!]
O, handsome sinner, [nailed it] the only way to purge temptation is to face it head on. That's the way to true divinity!
Spicy Slots!
Fun!
She leaves all dressed up and finds herself compelled towards the confessional booths. Not sure why, Marina doesn't worry about it too much. Spotting the slot machines close by, she prowls around a bit, giving people a playful look of judgement. It seems to really embarrass some, getting watch over by a woman-of-the-cloth as sexual phrases ding-ding-ding! into place on the machines.
Tyler catches her eye, looking particularly attractive and out of place. Marina skips over to him when he stops in front of one of the slots. She's not able to read his face fully to whether he is curious, baffled, or something else entirely. She puts the flats of her hands together, as if in prayer for him!]
O, handsome sinner, [nailed it] the only way to purge temptation is to face it head on. That's the way to true divinity!
[She pulls the slot.
LICK. COCK/PUSSY. IN THE CONFESSIONAL.]