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The meting hall was a massive room Caras was mostly familiar with, though some things had been changed around since his last time here. Large enough to hold a banquet or ball, it was regularly used for the priests to discuss many of the important things that were plaguing the minds and souls of the people as well as further the pursuit of the will of Abaroth in all the five kingdoms, which for the most part was just the will of a bunch of perverted old men.

There were many of them in the room, drinking communion wine out of huge golden chalices and snickering over all manner of subjects. Many, but not all yet were all sat in the center of the room at a large U-shaped table, and Brother Francis was sat at the head of it, along with Brother Bartholomew, and one other guy he remembered his face but forgot his name. The rest seemed to have been new transfers all come in from different parts of the Kingdom.

A slim serving girl with brunette hair and a pretty face brought over a chalice for one of the priests, a graying, hunched over gentleman Caras didn’t quite recognize and who walked with a walking stick. As the girl leaned over to give him the cup, he reached out with his finger poked the tip of the top of the cup, acting like he was trying to collect it, but the wine ended up being spilled all over the serving girls garment, and it soaked through immediately.

The result was the material sticking down tightly and bringing forth a gasp from her as the cold wine sunk in and her small, firm nipples poked out through her shirt. Her tits werent too big, but came around somewhere in the high Bs and low Cs.

“Oh, my!” The old man’s eyes went wide in exaggerated offense, “Not only have you spilled holy wine, but you’ve the audacity to be in the presence of such holy men and not even wear undergarments!”

Caras stared at her rigid nipples the whole time, but also eavesdropped on the conversation.

“But… but… your holiness, it was recently added to the temple rules that wearing more than one layer of clothing is an insult to Abaroth!”

The priest wasnt listening and much like Caras had been staring at her poked out nipples the whole time, most likely anticipating their youthful firmness when he got the chance to punish her for her ‘transgression’.

“Now now,” The priest raised the same finger he used to tip the cup and wagged it in her cute face, “theres no excuse for being such a hot, young slut.”

Well that escalated fast. Caras thought, not that he was one to judge.

“You’ll need to be punished later for being so lewd in the presence of righteousness. The church wont soon forget this offense. Run along now, there are important matters to discuss.”

The serving girl bobbed a polite curtsy, pinching her frock cutely in her little fingers and Caras wondered briefly how those short fingers would feel and look around his huge cock.

The priest was barely keeping his ruse together, and couldn’t resist but to reach out and grab one of her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. He tweaked it lightly, and she squealed cutely, all while Caras watched the little show.

She took the chalice and scurried off while both Caras and the old priest watched her pert ass bounce softly as she flounced out of the room. One staring with longing and the other with an anticipatory glare of almost unhinged lust.

Dammit when am I going to get mine? Its been like two days.

Most of the men wrapped up their business and slowly started moving toward the center of the room, where they began to take their seats.

“Brother Caras”, Francis shouted after recognizing him, “What a pleasant surprise. Glad you could make it. There is so much to discuss for the glory of the five kingdoms”

He was glad he could make it too, though he wouldn’t mention he didn’t even know he was supposed to be showing up. But things were looking up at least, much much up. Or upper.