Learning about the stranger

"Jeremy! Homework for you!" Nicole shouted.

She sketched out the symbol she remembered seeing on the stranger's robes and handed it to him when he came out, giving him a very brief explanation of seeing the creepy stranger. He came back half an hour later.

In that half hour, Nicole hadn't quite been able to get comfortable. It still felt like her clothes were rubbing, getting worse and worse, and there was still that weird smell. Knowing her luck she'd been doused with perfume or something.

She'd undone her bra through her top after a few minutes, hoping to reduce the pressure she felt. It hadn't felt much. She wriggled uncomfortable, panties feeling too tight too.

When Jeremy came back, he brought a heavy book with him. Distracting herself, Nicole went over to him, walking awkwardly.

"Any luck?" she said.

"Found it," he said. "The Cult of Huraine."

"I don't know what that means," Nicole said.

"They worship Huraine as a goddess of strawberries, chocolate and, er, other stuff," he said. "Pretty standard. They think either an anointed one or a chosen one will make her descend and remake the world as she wishes it. That bit's a little strange, the two fill the same role but they're distinct in function."

"Other stuff?" Nicole said.

"Oh, er, um, yeah," Jeremy said. "You know, er, sex stuff."

"There's a cult for a sex goddess in Purgatory?" Nicole said.

Wait, with a chosen one? Hadn't the cultist called her...

"Not all sex!" Jeremy said quickly. "Just, er, the general idea of atypical stuff."

"And the... 'chosen one,' anything to look out for?" Nicole said cautiously.

She suppressed a groan, a flash of what was beginning to be pain going through her as her panties seemed to squeeze. Even her undone bra felt too constrictive. What was...

"Nothing much," he said. "She'll be 'marked with the goddess's light' which as far as I can tell just means naked, then there's something about a ritual involving drizzling chocolate and nibbling, then..."

Nicole slammed the book shut, heat rising in her cheeks. Wait, if the cultist had decided she was this 'chosen one,' and the chosen one was...

She fidgeted, discomfort growing as she started to realize that she wouldn't be able to keep this really uncomfortable outfit on all day. She really didn't want to be in front of Jeremy when that happened.

"Thanks, really," Nicole said, moving away. "Just, um, I need to go... somewhere."