Pardoo reacts like a thirsty man in a desert

Pardoo just stands there in slackjawed amazement as every (literally) divine inch of Ursula's bare body is put on display for him.

At first, he tries to avoid looking at her entirely, but the temptation proves too great for our noble paladin, who has never seen a naked woman before.

One little peep can't hurt, right? He tells himself as he nervously opens one eye, and then the other.

He starts with a quick glance at her face. After all, there's nothing naughty about looking at a woman's face, right? Of course not!

But, once he gazes upon the sight of her, he can't stop. The way her messy, wild purple hair hangs loosely about her shoulders and perfectly frames her flustered face, combined with the heavenly blush upon her cheeks and those piercing blue eyes... well, who would stop there? Who could stop there?

Pardoo's heart beat faster as excitement and... more primitive emotions cloud his mind.

It isn't a sin to look at a woman's uncovered breasts, right? I mean, bare-breasted women have been depicted in religious paintings and the like. That... that means it's ok, right?

And with that Pardoo compromises his values just a little bit more and takes a peak at Ursula's peaks.

What a divine sight! He thinks as his heart beats faster and a strange stirring occurs in his... well... his er... trousers as he gets a very, very good look at the nun's bountiful bosom.

He becomes thoroughly vexed as he stares at those massive, magnificent breasts with their puffy pink nipples. The way they heave and jiggle as Ursula breathes is utterly delectable. But it isn't just her breasts, or the way they sensually sag ever-so-slightly that excites Pardoo.

Nay, the curvature of the nun's big, soft belly, no longer shamefully hidden away under a criminal corset proves just as enticing a sight as any other part of her, which is why Pardoo doesn't even think twice about checking out the rest of this brickhouse of a babe!

Never before in my life have I seen something so... so perfect! She... is a work of art! I must see the rest of her! The red-faced and increasingly sweaty holy warrior tells himself as he leers at Ursula's lower half.

It doesn't disappoint. Those thick, curvy hips, that round, squeezable ass, and that thick, wild purple bush between her legs? The perfect accent mark to a perfect woman.

Drool starts to trickle down Pardoo's chin as he stands there, silently staring at Ursula, until finally she speaks up.

"S-stop looking!" The nun orders as her bare body shakes.

"S-sorry!" Pardoo stammers as her turns and looks the other way. "I-I must get going!"

He scrambles out of the room, walking awkwardly as if his dull-gray armor does not fit as well as it once did...