Clara meets her doppelganger

As soon as she opened the door, she realized... the one who'd given the sermon in the place of Clara Fauxbright that morning... was Clara Fauxbright, seemingly.

The original's calm, blue eyes blinked sleepily; she rubbed them, trying to dispel the dream. No... The one standing there really was her spitting image. It was just like looking in a mirror... except that the woman standing there was barely dressed, with a white bath-towel wrapped around her bodacious figure, tantalizingly low on the breasts and suggestively short upon the legs. Her hair was down around her shoulders as she bent over the high priestess' desk, humming to herself in good spirits. From this angle, wearing only that towel, the lower side of the doppelganger's butt-cheeks were shown to the woman who was her mirror reflection.

"Oh, dear Geod...!" Clara finally gasped, growing red-faced as she realized what must have happened: this copy of hers had given some exceptionally lewd sermon to relieve the sexual repression of the faithful.

"Huh?" Clara #2 asked, spinning around with surprise on her pretty, identical face. "Clara! There you are!"

"Ah, yes, Clara," Clara #1 responded to Clara #2 dumbly. She shook her head, trying to get over the surreal strangeness of it all. "Who... why... how did you give the sermon?" she questioned, now asking after the most important of the three curiosities on her mind. The morning sermon... her most sacred tradition, and traditionally, one of her favorites. The people gathered around to hear Geod's wisdom straight from the mouth of his most faithful servant. There were a few she'd trust to speak in her place, but only a precious few... In her mind, nothing was more important than this form of communion between Geod and his people. She prayed that the sermon had been conducted in some traditional, respectful way that honored years upon years of history, her established practices-

"Well, I couldn't come up with anything creative! So I just recited some cliff notes while I took off all my clothes! Then, I did a towel-dance in front of the congregation! Do you know how a towel dance goes? I learned about that in the bath-houses, he he he..." the other Clara laughed like a bit of an airhead, cutely pressing one finger to her cheek and tilting her head.

"No...!"

"Oh? Well, you sort of unwrap and rewrap a towel around yourself, dancing like you're using it as a curtain, maybe flapping it here and there to show people the naughty parts-"

"Nooo... I meant... nooooooo!" Clara #1 cried, clasping both hands to her burning cheeks, aghast. "Th-Th-The town of Merridan may be experimenting with new forms of release, but my sermon is... is sacred; it is not to be altered! To think that now... Now all of my faithful are going to be expecting a 'towel-dance', whatever that is, every time they arrive for chapel! Th-This is a nightmare!"

"I can teach you, if you want?" Clara #2 questioned. The doppelganger smiled cutely as she began to unwrap her fluffy white towel, then held it, pinched in her fingers, around her nude body. She gave a wink and swished it back and forth teasingly, showing flashes of pure-white flesh. "It's easy! You'll get it in no time, Miss Fauxbright! People really love these big honkers of yours, so I think it'll be fine, even if you're clumsy!"

Clara felt her ageless, immortal spirit struggling to escape her body in a moan, as she prepared her second-most important question...