Clara makes it home, but it's almost sunrise... she prepares for bed... but meets a home invader!

Clara Fauxbright had never been so happy to return to her home. Being a secret, ageless angel meant that Clara didn't let a lot of close acquaintances into her life; that meant that her abode was terribly private, designed to be humble so as not to attract attention. From the outside, it looked a bit like a shrine itself, white stone with few high, narrow windows and a tall chimney. It was so little decorated, so buried upon church street, that one would have to work to seek it out. Once they found it, they probably wouldn't give it a second glance.

"I think... I'll let one of the other priests handle tomorrow's sermon..." she thought to herself out loud, as she began to strip off her robe and place it onto hangers. No one ever pictured a sleepy, world-weary angel, but that was precisely how she felt at the moment. She continued to remove garments until all that was left was the amulet. Normally, she wouldn't remove her underwear, but the night's activities had left it all a little grody. Still, she was too tired to draw a bath. Instead, she simply fell onto her bed, stark naked with her heavenly butt towards the roof. The onset of sleep seemed like an inevitability, destined to hit at any moment.

Just then, she heard movement in the street. Someone was outside the house... and from the creaking of the door, it sounded like they were coming in! She hadn't locked the door! She hurriedly drew the cream-colored blankets around the erotic curves of her body and stared bug-eyed at the entrance, not knowing who would enter. She was still a powerful angel... she had nothing to fear... and yet her face was bright red, her lower lip trembling, as she imagined who could be making a home invasion at this hour, in this place. "Show yourself...!" she commanded, trying to sound authoritative rather than frightened, as her blonde hair spilled around her, messy out of its usual bun.