Clara wants to know the identity of the look-alike

Either Clara Fauxbright had a secret identical twin sister she'd never heard of before, or else, she'd encountered one of the demon lord's doppelgangers. As improbable as it seemed, the latter was probably more likely. "What is your name?" she questioned, feeling the same impatience anyone might feel when faced with the literal definition of an identity thief.

"Doubles!" the girl answered with a cute smile, holding up a hand with two fingers raised in a peace sign. "I'm a doppelganger!"

"D-Doppelganger?!" Clara cried; she'd suspected it, but hearing it straight from the horse's mouth was unfathomable. What kind of doppelganger admitted to being a doppelganger?! Furthermore, this demon was brazen enough to admit to this identity, here, in the place where poor souls found themselves closer to Geod than anywhere else in the entire city of Merridan?! "How?! Why?! What is a demon army doppelganger doing here, posing as me, towel-dancing in the place of one of my sermons?!"

"Woah, woah! You've got the wrong idea! I'm not a minion of the demon lord, at least not any more!" the second Clara, Doubles, explained, shaking her hands wildly to warn the priestess, in case she was preparing to use some magical prayer to smite the demon at her door. In the process, she dropped her towel, revealing a perfect copy of the stark, sacred nudity of the high priestess. "I'm actually a demon of the church!"

"There is no such thing as a demon of the church!" Clara gulped, feeling unsure of herself as she covered her mouth and darted her eyes over the woman's body. It really was a picture perfect replica.

"Uh, yeah-huh!" Doubles pouted, now crossing her arms over those huge breasts. "I mean, I was in the demon lord's army at one point, but that guy, Cherubin, recruited me a long time ago! It's much more fun to work for the church, you know? I get to play all kinds of tricks without worrying about anyone killing me, as long as you churchies are strong enough to keep that barrier up! Hee hee! That's way better than all those slaves the demon lord promised me!"

Clara's eyes widened; she'd never actually conceived of the possibility that a demon might serve Merridan before, let alone from inside the church. "Well, I can't say I appreciate Cherubin hiding this from me," she murmured, wearing a cross expression that looked about as pouty and childish as the other woman's had. "But... I must say... That's really quite fascinating! To think, we had such an agent in our employ... It's late coming, but I thank you dearly and earnestly for choosing to aid humanity and the forces of Geod. I thank you also for handling today's sermon... E-Even if, well, I'd like to talk about that method you used-"

"No problemo, Clair-Bear!" the demon giggled, grabbing hold of the high priestess' hands and bouncing giddily. Those massive boobs of hers bounced in kind; either she wasn't used to having breasts that big or else didn't realize the reservation large-breasted girls ought to have making such gestures. "Woah! But I gotta thank you too! I haven't been allowed to use a form with tits this huge before! Do you pray every night for Geod to make your boobs bigger?"

"I-I do not pray to Geod to make my boobs bigger! In fact, I prayed for the opposite, and he's never answered me!" Clara protested, turning her head to one side and blushing. "Why is my lord such a pervert...?!"

Just then, the two of them heard the door creak. Someone was entering in unannounced! This scene seemed pretty familiar. "D-Do not come in!" Clara scolded the person, jumping in front of her doppelganger to hide a perfect representation of her own naked body. "I am not decent!"