Piper will get a kiss in accordance with the Church's new initiative.

"Lay it on me, good lady!" Piper demanded, keeping her head turned from the kindly caretaker from her youth with a big smile as her mind traveled back to the good old days... Scoldings when she'd stolen something, hugs and kisses when she did her work like a good girl... What a simple time...

As Piper was daydreaming about this and preparing for her peck on the cheek, Eri put the thumb and forefinger of one hand to the other woman's chin, gently turning it so the young lady was facing her.

Piper's sleepy sea-green eyes opened slightly to see Eri's painted lips approaching, then dock with her own. Immediately, the vagrant's face filled with color to match Eri's as her ordinarily low-lidded eyes shot open in outrage. As she began to try to pull away, she felt Eri's palm behind the back of her head preventing her retreat. Unable to **** herself back and risk even unintentional **** against her dear Auntie, Piper simply stopped resisting.

Eri's kiss wasn't any cute peck on the cheek, nor was it anything that could be interpreted as any foreign kingdom's greeting. It wasn't even the type of thing Piper could remember her Auntie planting on Mr. Hattler, not that she'd ever seen them engaged in many public displays of affection... This was something Piper most closely associated with the raunchy stories she told others, or, in terms of real life experience, the men and women who tended to get a bit too drunk to keep their lusty loving to themselves...

After the first five or ten seconds, Piper stopped counting them, her eyes going from startled indignation to faraway listlessness. Meanwhile, the seconds just kept passing. Eri stopped feeling any resistance as she moved her lips against Piper's, lewdly caressing the inside of her mouth with her own tongue.

When she finally drew her mouth back, she quickly wiped her mouth of the thin trail of saliva that was being drawn between them. With a serene smile on her face, she was back to being a proper and respectable member of the church if you simply ignored her slightly smudged lipstick.

Piper, on the other hand, remained slack-jawed with her violated tongue hanging from her mouth limply, a heavy flush coloring her freckled face as she panted desperately and tears formed at the corners of her eyes. Seeing her Aunt's concerned reaction seemed to snap her right out of it: her pupils dilated and she nearly bit her tongue, drawing it in at the last second before her teeth clenched in a comical, horrified grimace. As though she'd just eaten something spicy, she grabbed her glass of water and began trying to drown out the taste of her beloved Auntie's unreasonably erotic tongue and painted lips. She turned away from Eri, unable to even look at her.

From somewhere far away, Piper could hear Eri's voice call to her: she only had space in her head for her own voices.

The first was her voice as an enigmatic, enticing, and exciting poet. "Neither man nor woman shall e'er hear of it... I'm quite certain neither eye nor ear fell upon our strangest of scenes... I shall remain the poet of love, romance, and all the saucy bits, ha ha ha...! No lout shall learn that Piper Farrhenway twas near bested in a locking of lips by a sweet older lady, oh ho ho..."

The second was her voice as a starry-eyed, romantic virgin who had just been violated. "It doesn't count! No way it counts! That was my first kiss? No way! No way no way no way! T-that was a kiss like from a mother to a daughter, definitely! I don't even like women! Do I? Don't I? I always thought I might try it, but never like that! What, what, what kind of knight in shining armor is this?! I made out with my sweet old Auntie Eri! Or she made out with me! Whatever, forget it, doesn't count, doesn't count...!"

Truth be told, although she loved to spin tales of romance and sensuality, and although she cultivated a certain image with her flirtatious winks and open cleavage, Piper was a total virgin. Not just sexually: Piper hadn't ever even been in something she considered a proper romance. Any who knew might have called her "high on her own supply." Piper, who collected stories of princesses saved by knights, always pictured that she would have that sort of romance, herself: one day, she'd meet the right guy (surely it would be a guy?!), something would click, and she'd be whisked off her feet by a fated handsome acquaintance who met every ideal...

As such, Piper Farrhenway sat facing away from her aunt, looking even less jovial than she had when she was dying on the cobblestones moments earlier upon arriving in the town. The songstress clenched her hands to the wrap on her head and leaned forward as if in pain, muttering like a curse: "Doesn't count, doesn't count, doesn't count..."

"Pippy? Are you okay?" Eri tried to lean around, putting a hand on Piper's shoulder. "Do you need something else to drink, honey...?"

"I'm fiiiiiiiine!!~" Piper suddenly sang at the top of her lungs, turning around with a manic smile. "I'm so sweeeeell, Auntie! Hahahahahaha ho ho hee, um, yes, a little lip-locking like that is nothing to a well-seasoned traveler such as I! Why, I'd make you melt with the tales of trysts I could tell, dear Eri! Y-your little larva became quite the beau-tiful butterfly, you'd not believe... Ff... Pff f-foppycock! Haha."

"Foppycock?" Eri asked, tilting her head and still looking concerned.

"Never you mind, Auntie, it's just a spell... of, um... concentration," Piper reassured her, nodding as if that made perfect sense. "Anyway, while it's a tame trifle by my illustrious standards, it has its certain luster, all the same! I'm sure many lads and ladies are pleased as punch to have you... wrestle your way with their mouths... a-and even their, um, tongues... Doesn't count, doesn't count..."

"Pippy, I'm beginning to think you're unwell. Don't you think you should go to Henrick's Inn and lie down? You can pay us back later..."

"Oh, pigeons and parchments! Payment!" Piper suddenly remembered something more important than her definitely-not-first kiss. "It nearly slipped from my satchel, but your pretty Piper is a penniless pauper! As ever, I hoped I'd take up shop in your shop. In your inn, you know, and play my little ditties for pities and pittances, yay?"

"That sounds fun, Pipp- Um, Piper, that is, but you ought to ask Henrick first. Some things have changed since you've been away, and the inn is busier than ever."

"Mm... More on that matter, me mum. As I think, I thought perchance I'd pilfer your ponderings..."

Eri tilted her head and smiled, with a tilt of her eyebrows that clearly showed she could no longer understand what Piper was saying.

"I mean to ask some questions, Auntie."

"Ah, of course!" Eri agreed with a nod, as though she was the silly one for not being able to understand it. "Oh, before I forget, let me just add what we did to my logbook-"

"N-n-n-no way!" Piper rose to her feet, looking like she meant to tear the pen from Eri's hand. "I mean! I mean, um, surely that can pause till I've, um, spoken my peace, eh?"

"If you insist... It's just so exciting to write about such an eventful greeting," the older woman admitted, holding her hand to her cheek again and flushing. "I'm sure Geod will be awfully pleased!"

Piper grinned, but hissed through her teeth in a low voice meant only for herself. "I sure as hell hope not...!"