A Priestess no more...

Weeks passed since the unresolved attack on the now abandoned village of Farfield.

Weeks since Annette led a chapel to the Goddess Erena.

Weeks since Annette could perform powers in her name.

Weeks since Annette had a purpose.

The woman was moved to one of the neighbouring villages not long after she escaped from Farfield and to the local castle. Unlike her experience in her old village, she found herself shunned everywhere. With the overcasting mystery of the missing women and overwhelming **** count of the men, both of which she had a duty to preserve, it was quickly realised that the fact she survived and her inability to serve the Goddess once again, painted a pretty clear picture of what she had done. She had shirked her duty. Preserving her own life rather than that of her people.

The divine had tested Annette - and she had been found wanting.

Days of aimlessly trying to find a new life did not get her very far. While she was more than capable of the average person, even without her powers, her reputation proceeded her and so was turned away from any work.

With one exception.

While she was now a social pariah, her appearance, although noticeably more dishevelled and thin than her Priestess days, still kept the door open for one profession. Shame took a back seat as she got to work at a local brothel, paying for bread, water and a roof over her head with her body.

Tying back her messy auburn hair into a ponytail, Annette knelt on the end of the dirty mattress in a red laced set of lingerie, waiting for her latest customer to enter the door of her new "chapel" of carnal pleasure, where she had proven herself more than capable of providing the required powers to her new subjects.

Such a fall from grace would have driven most women in Annette's position to madness, but deep down, in a part of her mind she would never reveal to the world. She liked it. Being debased to such an extent seemed to trigged a depraved lust somewhere hidden in her. When every satisfied customer spat at her, called her a slut or tossed money at her to pick up off the dirty floor, her heart skipped a beat. It was the polar opposite of what she had always experienced. It was so wrong, but so hot.

The men would often have terrible hygiene, occasionally leading her to think in excruciating detail what might've happened had she not caught that music box and the monster caught her. Maybe the missing women were actually the lucky ones... Perhaps she would go look to join them one day when being the lowly whore of the town lost its novelty.

ENDING 10: A Filthy New Life

*Author's note: Believe it or not, this is actually a neutral ending. It's a bit more open ended than the standard bad ends. Thus concludes the alternate path through the story! It's nearing the end now on here, then I'll be getting to work on the game afterwards. Hope you're all enjoying it and don't forget to vote in the Strawpoll for art!

Also, if you caught the reference; nice - I tip my hat to you, sir/madam.