Guyld St. Vendigeld wins the strip competition...?

The time had come to count the money. Guyld had collapsed to her knees, holding her fallen dress between her legs, and was now bitterly biting at the hem of it, knowing what the results must be. After all, one of those plates was laden with a mountain of coins, enough to make even a noble lady blush. The other was plenty full, but had somehow come up a bit short. "I can't believe... all of you perverts... picked that fat halfling over me...!" she cursed into the fabric of her dress's splendid white skirt, which was gradually tearing between her teeth.

Roi's eyes widened as she stood over Guyld, counting the same money. "No... How?" she questioned, sounding just as perplexed as Guyld.

"That's what I'd like to know! Wait. Hm?" Guyld questioned, blinking her pretty green eyes a few times, before a child-like smile overtook her face. "That's... my plate! I won! I beat the captain! I'm sexier than the captain!" she clapped her hands, standing to her feet in victory and ignoring her nakedness, while Roi did her best to lift the skirt and cover her for modesty's sake.

"Whaaaaat?!" Dyna and Ro shouted together, one from an altar on the left and the other, still seated to the right. "How?! Why?!" Ro questioned further, now rocketing out of her chair to stare at the money along with her sister.

"Well, the people have taste, obviously," the green-haired noble lady smirked, seeming to regain some of her poise and tilting her nose into the air, while pressing one hand against her bosom and striking a pose, angling one shoulder towards the complaining Ro.

Dyna was feeling pretty annoyed too, but she did her best not to show it in front of her apprentices. "Now... Fair's fair," she chuckled, pressing her fists to her hips and trying not to let her frustration show in her face. "I'm just wonderin'... Anybody out there feel like telling me what you found so utterly engagin' about that performance? Is it that important that you churchies get to keep clutching your own pearls?" she questioned, wondering if anyone would speak up.

"Why, yes..." a mature woman's voice spoke from the crowd, which parted slightly. Dyna supposed she should have seen this person waiting in the back sooner... she looked like the spitting image of Guyld and could have voted for her just for vanity's sake. In every respect, she was similar, only that she was a little taller, a little older, and a little heavier at the bosom and hips. She also wasn't 99% naked, instead wearing a white starlet's dress with a feathered white boa and a low cut to the bust line. Her face was a bit heavier on make-up too, probably to hide her age. After all, judging by Guyld's age, this one must be somewhere in her forties. "What was so engaging, you ask? True faith, of course. Even in these strange times, faith in our lord- Geod- deserves to be rewarded. You may take my daughter's chastity belt, but you will never take her chastity!"

"I could do that too if you want me to," Dyna joked, raising two fingers into a V and snaking her tongue between them.

"I do not," the other woman snapped back in an authoritative voice. "I am Guyld St. Vindegeld III. I couldn't allow your heresy to go unchallenged, so I did what I felt was right. Specifically, once I saw your perverse intentions to turn the church against itself, I donated in favor of my daughter, a pure maiden whose act was nothing less than prayer to Geod. Yours was practically an oath to the demon lord himself!"

"Fine, I get it! You love your daughter and you'll spare no expense to make her happy. That ain't such a bad thing for a mom," the knight resolved in an adult manner, smiling as she crossed her arms behind her back. "If that's how it is, then let's separate church and defense again. I'll take off and won't come back into your worship hall, like I promised-"

The elder Guyld scoffed, raising her hand and summoning forward a procession of six burly, bald-headed monks. "As if that would be enough for your recompense. You've committed heresy against the church. Surely a knight such as yourself, a pillar of the community, isn't trying to dash off after she's made a mockery of our honorable rituals?" she questioned, raising one eyebrow and producing a folding fan, which she used to hide her sneering, painted lips. "I'd like you to offer yourself as an example... I want you to show every knight the folly of interfering in our holy works."

Dyna grinned, but one corner of her smile was twitching. "What the fuck? Fine, whatever. What do I have to do, burn a calf or something?" she questioned, as Ro and Roi moved in closer to support her.

"Mama!" the child Guyld complained, knowing that she'd lost the contest fair and square and, furthermore, that punishment of the knights could escalate this sexual warfare into a real battle. "That isn't necessary! As proud St. Vindegelds, we should let her walk away with her honor."

"What honor? Look at her," the older one complained, gesturing at the tan lady's sweating nakedness. "She deserves a punishment that befits her own lewdness."

The knight captain clicked her teeth but held her challenging smile. Even six of those monks were no problem for her... even if they went after Ro and Roi to use them as hostages, she could easily dispatch any number of them before they became a threat. Still... she was on the church's turf and she knew better than anyone that they couldn't afford to let this or any other part of Merridan become a battlefield for civil war, just because she and Fauxbright were butting heads. "I may just be stuck doing whatever the fuck they ask me to," Dyna resolved internally, then sighed and spoke out loud. "What'd you have in mind?"