Poets seeking gods guidance V1.2

I adjusted my habit, settling into my seat as the man across from me began to speak, his voice tinged with nervousness, yet bold enough to pierce the quiet.

“Sister for some time, I have seen a girl getting stuck in a wall in the ruins” His tone was almost wistful, as if reminiscing about a fond memory. “At first, I thought it was an accident and helped her get in.”

A faint blush crept across my cheeks. _Accident, my foot. _The sting of that playful spank he'd given me that day still lingered in my mind, not to mention his wandering hands. I let it slide back then, convincing myself it was all part of the absurdity of being stuck in a wall.

At least for now I ignored his lie giving him the benefit of the doubt, he did help me get in and unstuck after all even if it wasn’t the method I would have preferred.

“But,” he continued, and I could see his silhouette flickering down as if confessing to a deeper sin, “she seems to get stuck there regularly, almost as if she liked it.”

I clenched my hands in my lap, feeling the heat rise to my face. *I definitely did not,* I thought indignantly, trying to will away the vivid memory of his hands, far too familiar, slipping over the curve of my ass and under my skirt as I’d squirmed helplessly, wedged in that accursed wall.

The indignity of it, paired with my helplessness, still haunted me. My blush deepened as my thighs clenched, and the burn of humiliation twisted into something I didn’t want to name nor admit to.

“Well,” he said with a sigh, leaning back slightly, “she hasn’t been there lately. Her absence has made my days feel colorless. Seeing her struggling there during my rounds always brought a bright smile to my lips. Now I wonder... if I did something wrong?”

Yeah you definitely did, groping a helpless girls ass and even lowering her panties which girl wouldn’t run away. I wanted to throw at him but didn’t wanna expose myself so kept quiet still having a vivid blush at the memory.

“You should think carefully about thy actions and reflect maybe then the girl might forgive you.” I said in my best priestess voice.

“Thank you sister you have helped me clear my mind. Next time I see her, I’ll definitely make up for behaving rudely.”

“It’s good that you have seen the wrong in thy ways so your sin shall be forgiven upon giving the girl due apology.” I empathised.

I meant it, though grudgingly.

I didn’t really wanna forgive the guy but if he genuinely sought to make amends, I would be willing to let bygones be bygones. I wasn’t sure but Claires overly emphatic and forgiving side might be rubbing of on me.

I thought maybe going to the ruin one more time wouldn’t hurt.

What’s the worst that could happen?