Broomi will challenge Bonnie and Clara both to do it here for her first

"So Clara, you reeeally think it's that important for my mom to be able to do this on stage for people?" Broomi Jean-Bromide asked, crossing her arms defiantly at her chest. She looked somehow even less imposing than usual, with her child-like legs on display.

"Yes, my child. It is essential that we ladies of the church learn how to please our faithful," Clara Fauxbright returned with a challenging, frankly, stuck-up frown. If Broomi were thinking more generously, she might understand why the head priestess was so aggravated. Just a short time ago, Broomi had advised that Clara tell all the church to put on their sexy panties and get out there to raise some interest in the church... now, Broomi was telling her: "but no, my sexy mom is off limits."

"Okay. So if it's so important, then you two don't mind a test run, right? If the two of you will both do it- together, opposite sides of the pole- while I watch... and you make it all the way through and still want to do it in front of an audience when you finish... then I'll give you my blessing," Broomi suggested, closing one eye while watching them with the other and frowning. She expected Clara to chicken out.

... Clara did not chicken out, at least not yet. "Very well, Confessor," the high priestess returned, already beginning to undress out of her fancy garments by removing the hat and gown. "This is what I wanted all along. You must verify that we are 'stage-ready.'" In but a moment, she'd stripped all the way down to just her under-robe, which buttoned all the way from the neck down to the knees. It wasn't a very sexy garment... but on the high priestess, with her huge melons and her shelf of an ass, it looked very different than it did on Broomi.

Broomi looked between the two of them and rubbed her chin. "Mind if I make a little adjustment?" she asked, turning her eyes back to Clara.

"Please, do, my child. We are here to learn."

Nodding, Broomi went to the tool-bench nearby the garden. Straight-faced, she picked up a pair of short shears, intended for pruning back bushes. She approached the head of the church again and then, perhaps with a bit of spite for the lady trying to rope her mom into a strip show, she grabbed the lady's waist and carefully snatched the area just below Clara's groin with the tips of the shears. Before the other lady could understand or mount protest, she'd already cut an incision that circled one of the priestess' ludicrously thick thighs. "B-Broomi! What are you doing?!" Clara gasped, wanting to save the rest of her garment's hem, but not wanting to risk having her fingers clipped.

"You don't do a pole-dance in one of these. You do it in a short dress, like mom has on," Broomi reminded Clara, as she finished clipping away the lower hem of the garment, revealing the other lady's long, shapely legs, bare even of their stockings. From her low position, she even got a glimpse of the panties, which were white with a gold embroidered mark of the church on the front: a cross placed over a heart. The panties were tight enough on her to show a bit of a camel-toe, which Broomi was sure that men would appreciate. "Actually, she doesn't have the dress on... I forgot about that. Well, we can skip to that part," Broomi snickered mean-spiritedly, before she began to clip her way up from the bottom of the garment towards the chest.

"Wait, I-! No, you don't-! C-Confessor, please!" the other woman wailed, clasping both hands to the pole for balance as the under-robe was bisected up the middle, ignoring buttons in favor of simply destroying the garment.

Broomi took special pleasure upon reaching the breasts. "I'll just... part these for a moment," she giggled, pushing one hand onto her superior's ludicrously huge breasts to push them apart and to either side, before clipping the center. Part of her considered clipping the high priestess' white bra as well, but she figured she'd leave that for instructive purposes. Finally, she wasn't going to risk cutting the woman's neck and the garment was much tighter at that point, so she put down the shears and gently unbuttoned the last few at the top. She removed and tossed aside the ruined piece, which was really more like a cape than an under-robe now. "There! Now we're ready to pick up where we left off! Doesn't it feel good to show off your body to believers, Miss Fauxbright?" she teased.

Clara's eyes, which were fierce and defiant, but with small tears forming in either corner, stared down at the cheeky confessor. The woman blinked away her reaction, then put on a haughty frown. "Yes. My body was made by Geod and this is simply me repaying his gracious gift," she suggested, clutching the amulet of the church around her neck tightly, as if she was worried Broomi was going to clip that off too.

"Broomi, don't tease Miss Fauxbright," her mom scolded her, but it was hard to take her mom seriously, not just because the woman was notoriously bad at scolding, but also, because she was wearing pigtails and dressed in her underwear.

The confessor took a step back, then placed both hands at her hips, admiring her handiwork. Two beautiful, mature-but-immature ladies, standing barefoot in their lingerie, in a vegetable garden, with some holy relic pole, preparing to pole-dance for a nineteen year old. "I'm pretty fearsome," Broomi thought to herself, unsure how to feel now that her own scheme had taken things this far. "Okay, let's see you do it. If you're so keen to pole-dance, then pole-dance."

She thought to herself that her mom had shown some promise, after getting past that initial hump of how to do the walk. She seemed... surprisingly adept at this sort of thing. Or maybe seeing such a cute, humble lady flaunting her sexuality so hard just had a hypnotizing effect on people. Broomi really wished that it had looked more "off," so that she could honestly tell Bonnie that nobody would have an interest in this sort of thing.

As for the high priestess... Broomi was eager to see the dignified woman fall into the dirt on her beautiful, sacred ass and then cry about how it was too hard after all. Once that happened, Clara would surely understand that neither she nor Bonnie had any business shaking their asses and climbing a pole for men. "That's not the sort of thing cute moms or holy church heads have any business doing," she reminded herself.