She does, and Bria understands now how she will corrupt a full convent.

Setting things up was the challenge of this little game. Considering Bria's position, she can't afford to wait days, potentially, just for a response. If Monica did what she promised, she could have a meeting after one conversation, but it required depending on other people when Bria could be making moves herself, but again, her actions are limited.

'If I were a night sister, would I be operating in the church, or outside on patrol?' Likely both, Bria assumed, but the majority would operate within the town, wouldn't they? 'It's such a small group watching over so many people, and they wouldn't use a full team of sisters to watching their own. No. They would have to think the priestesses are fully onboard with Katelyn's beliefs, barring some they already suspect.'

So it only made sense the majority of these sisters have to be spread thin and operating within the wider populace. How ironic that the one place Bria thought safest to do her duties is within the very hornet's nest.

This was an important reflection for one reason. 'It would mean trying to hit it off in the streets would run the risk of attracting unwanted attention, or worse, talking to one directly.' Bria cannot risk trying to corrupt a random street girl, which is a shame, as this would have sped the process faster, especially during her lull periods.

Speed is supposed to be key, yet even that idea is thrown out the window. No. She will need to stick to the church and only the church for a time, working quickly as possible.

...

The second day, Bria showed up to the church again, wearing the forsaken robes she is meant to wear. Someone offered an old book of sermons. Bria took it and glanced over it.

Bria's presence was beginning to attract a lot of attention. Even Katelyn, the High Priestess, on walking out of one of the side chambers, spots her, and continues to eye her until she reaches the entrance.

"Do they know?" Bria wondered.

Katelyn returns, followed by dozens of priestesses. She approaches Bria.

"We are to begin mass. I will ask you sit at the back. The devout sit in front."

Bria did so, taking her place in the far corner beside one of the tower entrances.

The church was packed with women, all wearing black robes, while the gray-robed High Priestess stood atop on the dias and read from the book sermons.

"In our darkest days, our Goddess shines the light upon the lost flock that she has cared and nurtured, watching over us as a heavenly mother. As the passage goes, 'Let the hand come and pass over with dew drops and wind, and watch the fertile fields swell with bounty...'"

'Is it just me?' Bria thought. 'Or do people hear a line like that and not think about...'

Her thoughts were stopped by a priestess, who walked across the side passage and sat beside Bria. At first, Bria did not take notice of her, but then her finger was gliding up the futa's leg.

'This must be Monica's friend.' Bria glanced over to see the cowl hid her face in the shadow, courtesy of the dim lighting. She kept her face down as she read along the passage in her book. Bria noticed the finger brushing against her leg was painted red. Just the one, and no other.

Bria was down for some foreplay. She thought ahead and had taken it upon herself to rip the seam apart in the pockets. Now that tear was going to come in use. Sliding her arm out of the sleeve, Bria slipped it through her pocket, and meticulously clawed at this priestess's robe until it lifted up. From this angle, no one could see what was going on unless someone passed them by.

After a minute of effort, the section of the robe was raised and Bria slid her fingers against her long, deliberate legs. Skinny, yet well cared for.

The priestess was insistent that Bria try and raise her portion of the robe and expose her leg, but there are others on the right of the pew who might see something going on.

'No, missy. I know how you can repay me later.' Bria instead guides her hand over to where her girly slab of meat hid, using her book as cover. The priestess was certainly shocked to feel what she was touching. A risky maneuver, but Bria was glad to see her boldness was rewarded. The priestess continued exploring that daring bulge: rubbing it with her thumb, squeezing it between her fingers, even down to feel where the balls should be.

Bria then moved her hand up and over, trying to get more into her thigh, close as she could get without making too much movement. The priestess moved her book to hide Bria's actions.

'Good girl,' Bria thought.

The futa then decided she wanted to be a bit more ambitious and creep her finger closer to the woman's entrance. Not necessarily touch it, but close enough to make her want it. Massaging her thighs, she worked closer and closer up the leg. The priestess did not make any motion to stop her, instead struggling to stop her voice from escaping. Her lips parting and forcefully closing. Bria was there, pressing a finger against her (detestable) bloomers.

She was about to begin clawing down the underwear, when they they heard footsteps from behind. Both Bria and the priestess pulled their hands back quickly. Bria even throws the raised robe down for her, and sticks her hand back through her sleeve. A wondering priestess makes her way to the them, asks to slip by, and seat herself next to a few others.

For the rest of mass, no further actions between the two occured. Bria would steal glances from time to time, trying to gauge her, only to find she was doing the same to Bria.

...

Bria found a small note where her mutual friend had been sitting. It was an address.

'So she doesn't live in the convent? Monica did say it was tough to get in properly, but if she has property, she doesn't need bedding.'

But Bria does not waste time to find this mysterious friend. She was on her way to find the priestess lived in a apartment complex that sat above a coffee shop.

The receptionist needed to call the room and let her in. Bria walks up and finds the door wasn't even closed. In fact, it was left slightly ajar. Bria double checks the address on the note, and decides to enter without knocking. A priestess sat in prayer over a small, familiar statue on the living room table. She was bent over said table, on her knees, but Bria's attention was drawn to her robes lifted up, and resting on her small butt, which was still covered by those bloomers.

"A bit rude to enter without knocking," the priestess says after finishing her prayer.

"I have an appointment." Bria playfully raises the note between two fingers.

The priestess stood, covering her butt, and lowered her cowl, revealing a stark, young woman with freckles. Her auburn hair falls below her shoulders. She looks the futa up and down before gliding her fingers around her lower stomach.

"Yes, we do. I'm Hazel. Monica has been my closest friend for years. It was our little secret dream to...share in our Goddess's blessing with the same...well, man. But to think it happened with another woman...a futa, she said?"

Bria checks outside the door, then closes it. "Want to see?"

Hazel nods, and Bria strips down.

"Wow...that's what Monica had to ride?" Hazel looked at it intimidated. "She managed to get this...inside her?"

"You're not intimidated, are you?"

"Phoo? Me? I've played with dildoes bigger than that.c

Hazel drops down to her knees, but Bria then backs off. "I'm not interested in doing the same thing again with your friend. If you want it so badly, you'll have to earn it."

Hazel was irritated by this comment. "What do you mean earn it!? I can have you kicked out of town for what you did..."

"To your friend Monica? I'm sure she'd appreciate it if you let that little secret out. And where does that leave you? With nothing. I know girls like you are used to having your way with things, but now, I would like to see you grovel for it."

The fury was still written in Hazel's face, but she was contemplating it. "What do you want?" She finally answers.

Bria looks around the room. 'What do I want exactly?'