He gets a wing-job from Clara

In the end, despite feeling assured that some way to give a halo job would present itself in her mind, Clara couldn't think of one. He'd have to settle for the wings. With a gesture of majesty that only came off as humorous in this context, she unfolded her wings to their full size, then slowly backed her hind-quarters towards the wall for a round of butt slapping sex with that talkative old man. However... as she felt him enter... the effect was a little less than she imagined. Were his age and girth just forcing him to under-perform compared to the last gentleman? Or could it be that she'd loosened up and gotten used to it now? Whatever the case, this one felt less alarming, but also, frankly, less arousing than her last taker.

A part of her wondered: "maybe he's just less aroused than the last guy... I shouldn't be insulted..." Despite telling herself that, she sort of was... What, fucking an angel's mythical pussy isn't exciting enough for these people? He can't be excited unless he's the first one that gets to do it? "Hmph..." She pressed him harder, as if determined to pull a faithful frenzy out of him. What could be keeping him from growing hard...?

In the mean time, she gently maneuvered her wings to caress the other man's penis. Despite Ursula's original protests, the man on the other side could feel that this service was nothing to turn one's nose up at... Those downy feathers, flashing with a light as bright as any star's, were as exotic as they were soft. Despite the limited contact available, he felt the tickle of them causing him to become harder and twitch more fervently.

Of course... he hadn't really asked for this service for the sake of getting off on it...

Clara raised one eyebrow towards Ursula as she noticed the absence of the man's penis. He'd suddenly pulled out before cumming... She wasn't looking forward to getting the stuff out of her wings later, but still, it was pretty annoying to see that it was apparently so lack-luster a service, he'd left before finishing. Just as she thought about urging Ursula to command him to stick the penis back through, she felt something grab on hard to her wing. "Ah! What?!" she questioned, feeling a strong hand tugging at it. She had been expecting the old man's voice to call out that she sounded just like Clara Fauxbright, but even he wasn't speaking up. Something was very off... "U-Unhand me, in the name of Geod!"

The man's hand stupidly pulled away with a clump of feathers. "Ouch!" she scolded him, letting it be known that she didn't appreciate this type of play. She flapped her wings indignantly. "What is this?!"

"Milady Cla- er, your anonymousness," the old man whimpered. "While's we was trying to do our utmost as faithful servants to service you, a man with a knife came in and threatened us. Then, when he realized there was an angel back there, well, he devised to take your most righteous and holy belongings from you, so... that was just him makin' off with some feathers."

"... Why?!" Clara repeated again, failing to understand. They'd made sexual exhibition legal in the town, not larceny!

"Well, I have to assume he wanted to sell 'em," the man told Clara.

"S-Sell them?! Sell angel feathers?!" she was no longer concerned that her identity had been found out... the shear gall of the man, taking the feathers of Geod's holly servants to market! But at the same time, she couldn't chase the man down... she had to dress first... right?

At her side, Ursula wore a fierce expression, even more offended than the high priestess. "Your holiness, you need only give the order and I will have that man brought back to you in pieces," she offered; it wasn't hard to see her hand flexing with the intention of using one of her Holy Spear prayers...

Clara gulped. Maybe she ought to handle this herself after all... she was angry at the guy, but she didn't want him to get killed by Ursula and her spear just for yanking out some of her feathers... However, if she didn't go right away, she'd probably lose track of him...!