The Cathedral

You hate to admit it to yourself but you have been really not doing much to learn about the culture of this world, beyond the parts of it that directly related to sex, so going to a cathedral might actually be interesting.

You left Sandra’s place and headed to the nearby cluster of stores, hoping to be able to find yourself a taxi. At this time of day the street is fairly empty, only a few older women are walking around, all of them staring at you in either curiosity or open lust. You have gotten used to the stares by now but still you walk briskly, not wanting to get side tracked again.

You manage to flag down a taxi fairly easily, the ID on the back of the seat says the driver is called Ashling and her bright green eyes and curly brown hair mean that you end up paying her for the ride the same way you have paid for most things in this city. Luckily for your time she fucks as fast as she drives and you only end up losing half an hour to her riding your cock.

After taking some time to wipe yourself down in a public bathroom you finally find yourself standing in front of the cathedral.