On the first refrain, Dyna strips her armor and tunic off, while Guyld removes her dress

The crowd was enjoying the table-top dancing of the two girls; other nuns had stopped for now, since it seemed hard to build donations now that a spirited performance pitting the church directly against the knights had begun. The truth of the matter, of course, was that while the faithful loved Clara Fauxbright... most church-goers didn't see an "us vs. them" dynamic at play. They loved the church and the knights! That meant that this whole scenario was a win-win for them, but also, that their donations were ready to go evenly into whichever dancer pleased them most.

Guyld was confident in her moves. For years, she had been instructed in dance by the finest tutors in not just the city, but even brought in from outside. She wasn't just a wealthy member of the church... she was nobility, as far as a podunk city like Merridan was concerned. When she danced in festivals and pageants, no one could be said to have more elegance and grace. Her gleaming, dark green eyes, matching her luxurious, light green hair, all gave her a fairy-like grace that ordinary people just couldn't match. Her hair spun around her as she twirled, lifting the hem of her billowing white gown and revealing shapely, slender legs underneath. She clasped both hands above her head as she twirled. Her eyes opened slightly as she watched the offering plate with satisfaction... the faithful were still faithful. Money was still going in the plate. With that in mind, why even worry about what Dyna was doing? Still, it wouldn't hurt to take just a peek...

... If Guyld's dance was the picture of angelic grace, then Dyna's was the opposite: beastly, sinful, lewd, and every other word that had no place in the church. She'd begun on her hands and knees, with her legs spread and her ass towards the crowd, leaning in and out from their view. Her red eyes flashed and her fanged teeth gleamed inside a grinning mouth as she watched over their shoulder. When a clergy boy grew especially bold and began leaning over the railing, she encouraged him by slapping one hand onto her ass, then placing it back down, twerking her obscene booty up and down in his face. The number of coins pouring out of his pocket and into the offering plate was... not insignificant, Guyld noted.

Dyna noticed Guyld staring and shouted over the music. "Don't take it too rough! Nobody can resist this ass!" she cackled, leaning back far enough so that, for a moment, the leaning guy's face was nearly buried in it, before pulling it back.

The music had begun to swell... it was time to take it to the next level! Dyna hopped back up to her feet, running one hand through her purple-black hair and feeling sweat building there. That was okay. Audiences liked sweat in situations like this. While shimmying her hips back and forth to the words, she playfully undid one armor clasp at a time, first the top of her back, then each shoulder's pauldron, then finally, the lower side of the back. With recklessness, she let the piece fall, clattering all around the altar noisily. She turned back around and stuck her tongue out towards the audience, while her breasts inside her partially unlaced tunic bounced with every movement...

Guyld watched with bulging eyes... She was already beginning to sense she was outclassed. Hurriedly, she began to undo the buttons of her high-necked, noble dress, going so fast that she actually popped one on the way down.

The swelling refrain was only 3/4 done... Dyna had time to press her advantage. Plus, she figured that most of these hymns only went to refrain four times. She had to make proper use of each one. Her fanged teeth clenched together in a toothy grin as she crossed both arms across her expansive chest and hooked her fingers into the bottom hem of her tunic, beneath her sword belt. The crowd whistled to cheer the knight captain on as she jerked the garment upward, past her abs and the mountainous peaks of her breasts, and ending by stretching it above her head and tossing her bushy, bobbed hair. Her tanned, slightly scarred skin, flecked with sweat, was revealed... as well as her immodest choice of bra, a black, cloth garment in the shape of a bat, with two sets of stringy ties holding it in place at the back. Her ridiculous, swinging breasts looked like they could come free of it at any time.

"Y-Y-You're bringing one of the demon lord's creatures into a place of worship?!" Guyld cried as she managed to pull the dress down around her waist, revealing her white corset, along with a matching, overly modest white bra and panty set... ordinarily, this would be a sight to drive the clergy crazy, but the woman's slender body was no match for the exotic eroticism of the raunchy imp's display. "Bats are servants of the demons!!"

"Nuh uh. That's just a myth," Dyna retorted, pulling down the lower lid of one eye and sticking her tongue out, then crossing both hands behind her head and gyrating her hips while bouncing her chest. "You know... they say you shouldn't show up to a duel without bringing your own weapon. Can you even make those bounce, Guild?"

"It's Guyld!" the other woman protested, then, rising to the challenge, crossed both arms beneath her chest and attempted her best bounce. They were not a bad size... but next to the imp's, they looked wholly unfit for the task. "I can't help it if I don't have giant meat bags like yours!! No, no faithful servant of Geod would! He wouldn't make our bodies for sin like that!"

"Tell that to Fauxbright," the knight captain joked, rolling her eyes. In the audience, Ro was practically filling the offering plate with her drool, while placing money into the offering plate of the knight captain. "Heh! You dummy! What good does it do for an apprentice to pay her captain?!" Dyna chortled with amusement. In the mean time, Roi was watching with rapt attention too, though her hands were clearly self-consciously on her chest. "Heeey... Cheer up, Roy! There's things you can do even without a pair of these," the exhibitionist knight captain winked. "Maybe I'll show you some time!"

"... I-It's Roi," the girl responded, while trying hard not to fantasize about when that time may come.

The two girls traded barbs back and forth until the voices of those choir boys hit their crescendo again. It was time for the second course!