What do you think?

Ursula's mind wanders back to the evening she almost had. All those big, strong, (mostly) muscular men standing about, their cocks hard and exposed, all ready to give her exactly what she wanted.

The strong, potent smell of those dirty, dirty dicks mixing with her own feminine need. The way they had looked at her, lusted after her!

Why did this darn do-gooder have to come just then to spoil her fun?

Why don't I get to enjoy myself like everyone else does? Huh? I've been a loyal servant all these years, but Geod forbid poor little Ursula gets to have her fun!

The anger and resentment starts to bubble up within the beautiful, busty babe. It hadn't just been tonight, but earlier in the day, at the glory holes too!

All that work and planning, all gone to waste!

She sighs and looks over at Pardoo. He's still droning on about cows or something.

"Uh-huh," she mumbles, to give the illusion she's still listening, when he says something and looks over towards her.

Maybe I can stop by there tomorrow?

Her spirits briefly lift back up, causing her to smile.

"Which is why I couldn't stand by and let those ruffians accost such a pure and good woman," Pardoo says as he looks over at Ursula and spots her smile. He freezes for a moment, blushes and nervously coughs. "I-I mean..." He continues to awkwardly sputter for a moment before changing the topic, but luckily for him, Ursula isn't listening.

No wait, I have that stupid meeting in the morning! And I'll have to report about this false angel the thieves mentioned, and then I have to talk to the monks about swapping out which relics will be put on display next month and...

The nun sighs and a great melancholy washes over her. She isn't going to have a chance at any more me time for at least another week!

"Sister Ursula, are you alright?" The concerned paladin asks as he sees the tears start to form in the repressed woman's eyes once more.

"It's just..." the nun/angel starts to speak as she feels another lump form in her throat. "It's not fair!" The tears stream down her angelic, but a little chubby, but mostly angelic cheeks.

"Oh, oh Sister Ursula!" Pardoo says as he pulls the weeping woman in close for another hug. "It's alright, those bad men are gone!"

"I just..." Ursula starts to blubber between sobs. "Why is Geod punishing me? Does he not think I'm not devout enough?"

"Sister Ursula," Pardoo says as the manly tears start to form in his own eyes. "Don't say such horrible things! Geod loves you! As he loves all faithful!"

Off in the distance, a moan of pleasure emanates from Clara Fauxbright's house on the other side of Church Street. Evidently Geod loves some more than others.

Ursula sniffles and blows her nose on Pardoo's cape, which is looking rattier by the minute. "It just isn't fair," she whimpers as she thinks about all the other faithful having their fun while she'll be stuck attending to business as usual.

Seeing such a devout, tough, faithful women in such agony shakes Pardoo to his core. "Rest assured Sister Ursula, I give you my word as a Holy Paladin, I will find those who are responsible for your misery and see that they pay dearly for it!"

"Huh?" Ursula asks in confusion. She hasn't heard a single word he's said. "W-what?"

Pardoo looks down into Ursula's beautiful blue eyes and freezes as he feels a strange feeling wash over him. "F-forgive me. It is late and you must be tired." He nervously looks away, his cheeks burning as his heart beats just a little faster. "Oh! Is this your house?"

Ursula looks up and sees a little hand-painted sign with the name 'Wilmette' on it. "Uh, y-yes..." She stammers.

Wow, when did we get here?

"Thank you for escorting me home," the nun says as she walks up to the door, eager for this bitter day to end. "Good night."

"Good night, sister," Pardoo says.

"Yeah..." Ursula mumbles as she grabs the door knob and turns the handle.

Maybe I can still rub one out before bed...