[Rosary Drunk] Snuggle up to Rosary on her bedroll

You wordlessly thanked Belit for being your wingman for the night, watching as she silently snuck out of the tent to allow you and the sister your privacy. The inside of the tent was as quaint as you'd pictured, as were the furnishings for sleeping. It was clearly designed for just one person-- you can imagine the nun picking it for the sake of modesty.

Now, it had the opposite effect of preserving her decency. The two of you were snuggled up intimately close together in the bedroll. Rosary's arms circled you, pulling you right into the warmth and softness of her habit. Her sizable bosom cradled first your arm, then your body, as she pulled you into a hug. "My squire... Hehe..." she giggled, rubbing the back of your hair with one hand gently, like she was petting an animal. "You carried me here all by yourself... such a gentleman!"

You decided to let her keep that nice dream and not to mention that you'd needed Belit's help to make it easier.

"I'm finally sleeping together with my squire... I've prepared for how I should do this..." she rambled to herself, still half asleep. She fiddled with her hood for a bit, finding it especially difficult to work with in her addled state. You helped her out of it discretely, allowing her golden curls to bounce free. "That's better... It's hot with all of this on... Oh, it's always hot... I can't believe a nun has to dress like this," she sobbed drunkenly.

You offered to help her out of all of that, if she liked.

"Would you? You're so sweet. I wanted to show you... oh dear... what am I saying?" she chuckled, somehow modest even in her drunken, dreamy state. Whatever the case, she lay still on her side, allowing you to undo the band around her waist and then pull apart her robes, revealing her undergarments: a short, tantalizingly thin white chemise, showing off the upper part of her thighs where her dark flesh terminated into the skin-tight white stockings she was always unknowingly flashing.

"It's much cooler now... Thank you," Rosary cooed. Being snuggled into her body now was a sinful experience, as the barely-there barrier of her chemise allowed you to feel her generous curves. She hugged you closer, rubbing her cheek against yours like you were a stuffed animal. When her leg poked against your groin, her sparkling eyes finally opened a half shade and her lips opened into an embarrassed frown. "Oh... yes, of course. I forgot for a moment that you were... ahem... a gentleman..."

{if Lady's Man = True}Instead of stopping there, you moved her hand to touch the front of your pants directly, allowing her to feel its heat and shape. There was no need for her to be so chaste, not now, full of both lust and liquor. You were ready to take her to the next step, as you had many women before you. "Oh... oh dear... I feel it throbbing," she gulped, looking frightened, but also excited. "This is a man's... p-penis..."{elseif Master = True}Instead of stopping there, you moved her hand to touch the front of your pants directly, allowing her to feel its heat and shape. There was no need for her to be so chaste, not now, full of both lust and liquor. She was your saintess-- she had no need to fear what was to come. "Oh... oh dear... I feel it throbbing," she gulped, looking frightened, but also excited. "This is a man's... p-penis..."{elseif Chivalrous = True}You allowed her to take her time discovering it and were pleased when she began to gently cradle your manhood with one hand, feeling you throbbing through your trousers. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, savoring the discovery. "Oh my... This part of you is so manly and... and I can feel your heartbeat," she smiled, looking into your eyes with romance lighting up her face. "My loveable squire... I love this part of you as well..."{elseif Freak = True}Instead of stopping there, you moved her hand to touch the front of your pants directly, allowing her to feel its heat and shape. Privately, you found the look of fear upon her face endearing, enjoying the trembling of her lips as you **** her to learn its form. "Oh... oh dear... I feel it throbbing," she gulped, looking frightened, but also excited. "This is a man's... p-penis..."{elseif Servant = True}You allowed her to take her time discovering it and were pleased when she began to gently cradle your manhood with one hand, feeling you throbbing through your trousers. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, savoring the discovery. "Oh my... This part of you is so precious and... and I can feel your heartbeat," she smiled, looking into your eyes with romance lighting up her face. "My loveable squire... I love this part of you as well..."{elseif Duty-Bound = True}}Instead of stopping there, you moved her hand to touch the front of your pants directly, allowing her to feel its heat and shape. There was no need for her to be so chaste, not now, full of both lust and liquor. As saint and saintess, you each had a duty to Geod foremost-- shyness would only hamper you in that goal. "Oh... oh dear... I feel it throbbing," she gulped, looking frightened, but also excited. "This is a man's... p-penis..."{else}You allowed her to take her time discovering it and were pleased when she began to gently cradle your manhood with one hand, feeling you throbbing through your trousers. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, savoring the discovery. "Oh my... This part of you is so manly and... and I can feel your heartbeat," she smiled, looking into your eyes with romance lighting up her face. "My loveable squire... I love this part of you as well..."{endif}

Her slow caress charging your libido was too much to bear quietly for much longer. You found yourself eager to lift her chemise and explore her body in much the same way. You thought there was a slight risk she'd fall asleep if you kept things up at the current pace. What would be the right way to handle her?