Cecilia finds her friends in a lesbian embrace.

Cecilia crept along the tunnel, her armour secure and clinking quietly in a bundle over her shoulders. She’d spent so much time in it that wearing just cloth seemed almost unfamiliar. Her resolve was iron, but her mind conjured up all sorts of hideous images of what might have befallen her companions to delay them for so long. But what she saw when she turned the corner shocked her more than any of her imaginings.

The pair lay in each others’ arms. They were clearly mostly asleep, but Myria’s finger still trailed gently, almost reflexively, in a circle round Dew’s nipple. Even with out that, the stench of sex made it clear what had happened. Fury rose in Cecilia, and even the sight of the gutted Cave-Toad nearby couldn’t mollify her.

“How dare you!” she shrieked, full of righteous indignation.

The sound was enough to snap them both awake. Dew leaped to her feet, the startled look on her face being replaced by a scarlet blush as she relised she was still naked, and tried desperately to cover herself with her arms.

Myria stood in a more leisurely fashion. Enough other eyes had seen her naked form that it didn’t bother her anymore; in fact, rather than trying to cover herself, she subtly flaunted her nudity.

“Hello, Cecilia,” she yawned. “What’s the matter?”

“What’s the matter?! Heretic! Blasphemer! Don’t you know that to lie with another woman is an offense in the eyes of Vermael – of all the lawful gods?!”

Myria scowled. She had never been very religious, and Cecilia’s rantings were beginning to annoy her. But worse, her honed adventurer instincts were waking up to, and telling her that it was a -bad- idea to be shouting so much here.