... Broomi needs to think about it. She returns home for now...

"... Aaaah!" the confessor cried, messing her brown hair with frustration, scratching it with both hands. "I can't believe I thought up this whole stupid city-wide revolution and I can't even think of where to go to get started!!" Broomi cried, looking back to the church as though expecting Geod to give her some divine inspiration. He did not. "Some help you are..." she grumbled, picking up the pieces of her signature broom while she sulked. As gung-ho as she'd been to toss it off... she thought maybe, for now, it'd be best to take it home and mend it up.

Thankfully for the agitated young lady, her house was but a stone's throw from the chapel. It was... about as cheap as you could get while still living near the town square, mostly due to its size. It was a tiny, wooden structure, nestled comically between giant brick manors belonging to faithful nobles, great supporters of the church. Broomi footed most of the bill for this dwelling... Her mom was a simple gardener, fond of selling produce, but without the business sense or skill to make a lot doing it. It was frankly more like a hobby. Her father had run out when she was still a baby. As for her adopted brother... he was training to become a knight, which meant that until he made apprentice, he was earning zero income. Still, she didn't begrudge him for that. Rather, she supported his efforts.. but all of it together meant that she had to work extra hard as confessor to earn enough for the three of them.

As Broomi opened up the simple wooden door, she didn't bother announcing her presence... around this time, her mother ought to be out tending her groceries, while her brother would probably be out back training or something. There wasn't a lot to do around the house. While she shut the door, she pulled free her hood and hung it near the door, then kicked off her shoes, revealing the white, sheer toes of her stockings. She didn't like stockings, but they were what nuns wore, so...

Hm... Speaking of what people ought to be wearing... Wasn't it odd that her brother's shoes were here by the door, as though he'd never gotten dressed? For that matter, so were her mother's. Were they both holed up in the house, at this time of day? And... why was there an extra pair of shoes? "Sheesh..." she thought to herself, as an unsettling thought began to overtake her. If sexual promiscuity was allowed all over the city now... were those two going to be taking advantage of it? Not together, that'd be weird, but with some other guest?

She'd never seen her brother show much interest in girls before... In fact, he seemed to go out of his way to avoid them. The only time she'd ever been able to tell he wasn't gay was when she'd seen him peeping on her in the bath one time, when they were both old enough to know better. Truth be told, she thought that was a pretty cute memory...

As for her mother... She had all of the womanly charms that Broomi lacked, except for domestic skills, which Broomi had ended up learning by necessity. Since her husband had left, she hadn't made much effort to find a boyfriend... In fact, it seemed like she was pretty opposed to the idea of doing so, given how she seemed to go out of her way to avoid men. She wasn't a spring chicken any more, but there were plenty of church guys who'd gladly toss a coin in her offering plate, so to speak. But that extra pair of shoes... There must be someone else here, right? It was a lot easier to imagine she'd let a man in than that her brother had brought a girl over.

With a building sense of curiosity, Broomi gulped. Maybe she ought to check in on her family... just to see if things were still normal...