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Cleaned and dressed, Cerina wandered the halls of the monastery. Shame still lingered at the back of her mind, and she wasn’t quite sure what she was looking for or how to find it.
After a short time, she came across the chapel. In the center, two other young women sat on their knees with heads bowed in silent meditation. They wore some of the strange clothes that had unnerved Cerina earlier. Skin tight socks up to their thighs and sleeves from bicep to wrist. A plain belt around the waist, and matching smaller band around their necks. The net head covering was draped over their double braids.
They wore no other garments, and Cerina found herself admiring the shape of the two women. Two perfectly curved bubbles rose firmly from their chests, exposed asses squeezed nicely by the heels they rested on, and arms and legs that were nothing but elegant curves. Cerina felt the urge to run her hands along the shapes, knowing no man could resist women with bodies like that.
She moved on quickly, shaking her head to free it of thoughts of touching other women’s exposed bodies.
As she glanced out the windows at the forest, a sudden thought struck her. The voice wanted her to go to the woods… perhaps she could find its source out there?
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