Try to gently undress her...

You thought she wanted a gentle touch-- rather, everything you'd seen about her character suggested as much. The idea of roughly ripping off her habit was appealing, in a way, but you knew that it might scare her out of her skin. As such, you attempted to sit her up and slowly work the chemise off of her.

... It proved more challenging than you'd been prepared for. She was not the lightest among your party of saintesses and manipulating her body while she was still in a half-drunk stupor turned out to be pretty difficult. "Tee hee... that tickles," she giggled, as you lifted her arms and tried to shrug up and off the thin chemise she was wearing. You got that far, anyway, revealing a lovely sight: her pure white bra, frilled panties, and thigh-high stocks. Her soft, dark flesh was begging to be squeezed and you were almost salivating at the thought of doing so.

Next, you unhooked her bra from the back, keeping her sitting upright. It came off easily enough, allowing her big, glorious breasts to spill out, each tipped with a dark and large nipple. You were ready to take them in your hands (or mouth), but there was more work to be done first. You disregarded the socks, which seemed like they might be a pain to work with right now, and focused on sliding off her panties instead. They were held so close to her broad hips that it was a bit of an effort to get your fingers in and pull them off, but eventually you managed.

Still yet, one obstacle remained: a gold, metal chastity belt, the kind that used to be standard among women of the church. Nowadays, she still wore one, possibly tying in to her belief in her one fated lover. It consisted of really only a single plate over her sex, fastened by a chain, which formed a t-back over her expansive rear.

There was just one problem. The key was nowhere to be found. When you quietly whispered to her, asking for the location of the key, you were met with the noise you feared: unwelcome, albeit cute, snoring.

...

You rose back to your feet, realizing that this was as far as you were going to get tonight. You still had a raging boner, but you weren't about to wake Rosary back up and make her take care of it for you, nor did you think she'd appreciate awakening to the sight of you breaking her chastity belt with a bolt cutter. The polite thing to do was leave your pursuit of Rosary for another night.

You carefully lay her clothing next to her in a pile and placed her blanket back over her as she happily curled up on her bedroll. If she asked later, you'd tell her Belit undressed her. If she asked why Belit removed her chemise, bra, and panties... you'd tell her it must have been a prank.

At the bonfire, you found yourself alone with the empty wine bottle. Belit had already gone to sleep, probably drunk off the remaining Royal Red. You'd have to try your luck another night.