No, an evil artifact stolen

Charity darted into another room as Chastity strutted out of the dungeon, tying a loose robe around herself as she muttered something under her breath.

As soon as the woman was gone, Charity snuck back into the hall and stared into the room. Rosalia had gone into the adjoining room, at a slow, limp, obviously fetching buckets, water, and a mop. The room was empty for just a moment.

No one will believe me, Charity thought. I have to have proof!

It was the excuse she gave herself in the moment as she dashed silently into the room and grabbed the large black phallic evil relic of the enemy (or so she imagined it must be, she’d heard stories about the Soldiers of Fenrir possessing such devices) and raced back out of the room, out of the dungeon, and she didn’t stop until she was back in her own room, hidden.

With Lilly out making her weekly run to the blacksmith’s she had some time, and privacy. She locked the door, and stared at the dildo, not knowing what to do next.