[Master] Have Rosary strip off everything herself

You suspected that if you tried to physically pull off Rosary's clothes, drunk or not, she'd probably have some pretty serious resistance. The better answer was to have her undress herself. You helped her out of bed, keeping her body close to yours to help keep her steady, only to find that she seemed to have shaken off most of her earlier drunkenness. Happy with the development, you stroked the nun's hair reassuringly, then requested in a gentle-- but authoritative-- tone that she strip off all of her clothing.

"Oh... I-I did say I wanted to show you... it's just that-"

You shook your head and reminded her: she had nothing to be hesitant about. Geod had been very clear in the instructions granted by his prophecy, and so to would you be crystal clear with your desires. You wanted to see every inch of her, naked as the day Geod brought her into the world. You wanted her to bare everything. Where she was hesitant, you would be decisive. Where she was modest, you would be forthright. If she could handle that...

You paused, approaching her and placing a hand gently upon her shoulder.

... She would be your perfect saintess.

Something in Rosary's eyes flickered recognition. She wanted to be that perfect saintess for you. She was fearful and ****, but you were the opposite, helping her across a threshold. "Yes... You're right. Thank you for being so decisive. I-I... I can do that for you. I can get naked," she responded with a gulp, already beginning to drop the thin shoulder-straps of her chemise.

You smiled, then added an additional request: you wanted her to make a little show of it. To get you both in the mood, of course.

The woman's lips curled into a trembling smile. "Y-Yes... I can do that! I-I've practiced just a bit, to be ready for this day." Rosary was still a bundle of nerves, as she turned and swiveled her hips back and forth while slowly, teasingly lifting the sheer fabric off of her body, revealing the broad seat of her panties. She lifted it high over her head, then twirled it on one finger. It was a bold gesture that didn't match the nervous look on her face at all.

You told her she was doing just fine. You sat with your legs spread, letting your growing, visible erection be her affirmation.

The woman's face burned red-hot as she continued her strip show, slowly rolling down each stocking while bending over to let you get a good look at her buttocks. You felt a great urge to reach out and grab her ass, but you kept that impulse contained for now. Soon enough, she was pulling off her bra, allowing her large breasts and big, dark nipples to meet the open air. In disbelief of herself, she found the courage to slowly, inch by inch, tease down her panties, until nothing was left...

Or, you expected nothing would be left. Instead, she wore a gold, metallic chastity belt, the kind many of the church's nuns wore.

She paused for a moment to clasp her hands in prayer, then produced a shining key between her clenched hands. "Th-This is... I normally keep it hidden, so that only my true love can unlock it," she informed you, watching sheepishly as she presented the key to you.

Just here, you'd assist in her strip show. You took the key from her and removed the chastity belt before she had a chance to protest, pushing it in below her belly and turning it in the lock. The piece fell apart, revealing her last hidden spot: the puffy, slightly wet lips of her pussy, awaiting your touch.

"Oh... I feel like my heart is going to hammer out of my chest..."

You gave her another reassuring stroke on the head and told her she'd been the perfect saintess. Now, you'd fulfill your role as a squire.