The three head out to the worship hall strip show

Clara Fauxbright held to a rigid tradition of conducting sermons from her main chapel at the center of the town, just by the town square, but all throughout the city were other, smaller establishments- worship halls, where devoted faithful came to either join in prayer or hear other speakers. One of these, close to the knights barracks', had been converted into a nightly strip club soon after the manuals had been distributed. Nothing could be further from its intended purpose, seemingly, but the church was clearly raking in donations hand over fist, taking in a cover charge to enter, enforced by warrior monks standing by the doors like bouncers.

"Ha! Greedy fucks," Dyna laughed heartily, seeing the monks standing in her way. For a while, she'd waited in line, but that was getting old fast... flashing her knight's pendant had been enough to get her- and her two companions- VIP access, quickly moving them through the single-file line of citizens. When she reached the gate inside, she flashed her pendant one more time. The monks standing there were each large, bald-headed males in humble robes, with hands the size of Dyna's head. One thrust his gold offering plate into her pillow-like bosom, then grunted impatiently. She lifted her chained amulet slightly above the lip and put it down atop the plate, grinning. When he still didn't seem to get the message, she tapped the black scabbard on her belt, from the end of which the pommel of her spatha was visible. "Oh please. Three warrior monks are going to try to stop me from going where I want? Do you know many demon soldiers I killed before my company's breakfast this morning?" she questioned, her red eyes flashing with menace.

The monk doing the thrusting gulped... then slowly withdrew his plate, pointing a thumb inside the establishment, from which organ music and cheering poured. One in the back made a show of slapping that one in the head, indicating he needed to get his shit together, but none of them actually moved to stop Dyna or the two knight apprentices from entering.

"Wow... That was dangerous! Were you really going to start a fight with those monks?!" Roi complained, still keeping her hand nervously upon her short-sword's hilt.

"Heh! 'Course not. This whole thing about sexy stuff to increase the people's security and well-being would be kinda stupid if I spilled the guts of the common people, wouldn't it?" Captain Dyna chuckled, patting the pommel of her sword once more. "If he called that bluff, I would have seduced him next! Flashed him a pair of somethings too big to stick in that offering plate, heh heh!"

"... What are you, one of the demon lord's succubi?" Roi sighed. A good guess, but still a little far off.

Once inside, the formerly quiet Ro was the loudest among them; her jaw hung open and her eyes bulged as she surveyed the scene inside the small chapel. The altars, which normally held all forms of sacrament and offerings, were instead being used as bed-like surfaces, across which nuns in various states of robe- or disrobe- moved semi-erotically to chanted hymns and organ music. The sight was... surreal. The sexual repression of this city had been unfathomable and now, uncorked, it flooded out, resulting in unimaginable venues such as this one. "Can we... can we really intrude on this? This is... the most erotic thing I've ever seen!" Ro babbled, as she leaned over a nearby railing to watch a pretty, black-haired nun flip her hair back and forth. The nun was wearing decidedly unholy black thong underwear, exposed beneath a lifted habit.

"Heheheh! You think this is good, huh?" Dyna smirked, her toothy grin widening ever further across her tan face. "Well... It's better than they were before, that's for sure. But the only reason this seems serviceable at all is these holy bozos have been holdin' in their dusty jizz for about a couple thousand years between 'em all. They're so sexually repressed they'd get off on a particularly dirty warrior shanty," the knight captain chuckled, patting a completely unknown church-goer on the back, as if to demonstrate how weak his spine was by making him fall forward onto the altar. "Once we show 'em what the powerful body, fevered energy, and boundless stamina of a knight can accomplish, they're gonna see that they've been settling for chewy dried meat when they could'a been eatin' beef!" At the word beef, she slapped one hand onto the tight back of her trouser pants, causing herself to jiggle obscenely for a moment despite the covering.

As Ro seemed to drool over the concept of that beef being unveiled, Roi spoke up again, sounding uncertain. "C-Captain... You understand that my sister and my... beef... is a bit... stringy?" she asked, trying to make her intention clear by placing one hand upon her own hip. It lay quite flat, compared to what the captain had offered earlier.

Narrowing her eyes, Dyna Montague pondered, wondering whether the best way to proceed was to take the lead or to throw her apprentices into the deep end. Which would be the better learning experience?