On the second refrain, Dyna strips her sword-belt, boots, and trousers, while Guyld removes her shoes and corset

As the choir began to swell once more, the organ joined them. Certain other organs, particularly male ones in the audience, were swelling as well... they took the audio cue to mean that Dyna would be speeding this strip show along to its next mile-stone. The captain did not disappoint! She surprised the audience by revealing something they really hadn't expected: her blade, a short sword with a black pommel and narrow hilt. It was the kind of weapon that didn't provide a lot of leverage, so its cutting and stabbing power would largely rely on the strength of its user; more an extension of an arm than the long-bladed weapons favored by the king's knights back in the capital.

The crowd momentarily gasped, some fearing for just a second, before they realized what she planned to do: Dyna extended out the sword-belt from her hip, raised her eye-brows teasingly, then hooked the sword's blade inside of it. With the hand of an expert, she quickly severed the belt, rather than unlatching it, allowing it to clatter to her feet before kicking it aside with the toe of one boot. The grin she gave back to Ro as she turned her ass again to the crowd made the adoring girl's heart leap into her throat... while Roi grumbled under her breath. _"Who does Ro think is going to have to mend that belt later?" _the more rational of the two sisters thought to herself. The captain dropped to her knees and set her sword down in front of herself, while gently removing each of her boots from her tanned feet, revealing short, black socks beneath each.

In the mean time, Guyld redoubled her efforts, making a show of pulling her corset free, one set of crossed laces at a time. Her audience really was the faithful... which, here, meant just those faithful to the church. She wasn't having a lot of luck turning eyes, but she decided to adopt a fake-it-till-you-make-it approach, hoping that if she wore a confident smile people would believe in that confidence. In reality, it was easy to see she was gradually accelerating through the laces, wanting to unveil her abdomen at the same time the knight captain got those pants off...

Dyna had her eyes focused on the crowd, as she turned towards them and sat on the altar. The two dancers were both short on time, but she still moved with tantalizing slowness, hooking one thumb into either side of her black leather trousers and grinning ear to ear, beckoning them to chant louder and donate more if they wanted it. They did both in equal measure; the gracious knight captain then saw fit to treat them, raising both legs into the air and lying backwards, as she began to pull the leggings painstakingly past her stupidly wide hips, revealing first the tan skin of her hips, then her upper thighs, then finally pulling the stretchy garment up around her raised calves. Beneath, they could see that her womanhood was barely covered by a strip of dark fabric. Gold coins clattered noisily into the offering tray as she finished getting it past her toes, then spread her legs wide through the air, crossing her hands just beneath her chest. The crowd fully absorbed the look of the lower garment, a tantalizingly scant black bat motif, again tied around the back with two straps, which just so happened to frame the enormous, jiggling buttocks, before connecting to a thin center strip that covered almost nothing. From this view from below she'd manufactured, one could even make out the outline of the lips of her pussy.

"Despicable!" Guyld called again; she was the only one audibly making that particular call. Still, a couple of other amazingly prudish holdouts were taking exception to the raunchiness of the display and had begun to rally around Guyld's altar, whispering to each other. Guyld couldn't tell whether to take that as a good sign for her support... or to worry that the show was going to be interrupted if she didn't do her part. The noble girl couldn't believe that she'd debased herself so far for so little of the audience, but it would be all the worse if the church caved in to the knight's provocations now! She wouldn't allow the first night of this grand display of the church's charity to end in a fist-fight!

The captain kicked her legs idly on the edge of her altar, turning a horny smile back on the crowd. The most modest garment she had left on at this point could be said to be the pair of brown leather gloves she wore. "Heh heh heh... I don't like things to be too predictable, so before we hit the next refrain, I'm going to spice things up a little," she informed everyone close by. The crowd already thought this was plenty spicy and listened intently. "For this next part... I need..." she murmured, pressing one finger to her lower lip and scanning the audience with smiling eyes.