They reach the temple of Etherial

High Sister Xenia is in charge of the local Etherial temple. She is a member of an ancient, mystical race that few people could identify by name, standing nearly seven feet high with pale purple skin, golden eyes, and absolutely no hair. A being of supreme dignity, Xenia walks everywhere she goes with perfect poise, always draped several times over in the heavy robes that the order uses to fully mask a woman's figure.

Despite these robes, parishioners can tell she's got hips for days.

When Xenia is told of a pair of naked women in the temple sanctuary, she is initially confused as to why this is a matter for her attention. Why could the other sisters not simply clothe them and send them on their way?

When she found Yiantra and Jenny, they were huddled up in the pews, bare as bowling balls, glaring daggers at each other and arguing bitterly.

"Why did you have to shove me into the crowd?" said Yiantra.

"Because one of us needed to be the diversion, and I thought it was only fair that it should be you!" said Jenny.

"All of those people saw my breasts jiggle!"

"Big deal! Every girl in the Academy has had her breasts jiggled for the school! And between the two of us, I'm the only one who actually defends their modesty!"

"When have you ever successfully defended a girl's modesty from Raider?"

"That's not the point!"

"Ladies," said Xenia, her voice cutting through with great authority. "This is a holy place. I insist that you quit bickering, and cover your bodies."

Yiantra pouts up at Xenia, hugging her knees all the tighter. When the High Sister sees her face, she sighs.

"Hello, Yiantra," she says.

Jenny looks from one face to the other. "You know each other?"

"We've met," says Xenia.

"I was the first sun elf to ever join the diocese," says Yiantra. "Xenia was one of the sisters who opposed my getting my own congregation. They argued that we sun elf women were far too free with our bodies to fully embrace modesty."

"You petitioned to allow priestesses to wear only a single layer of robes," says Xenia, with a note of distaste. "And we all knew that you were continuing to participate in your sun elf conclaves. In the nude."

"We sun elves have always shielded our modesty from males and non-elves! Our communal nudity is strictly about sisterhood with our fellow sun elf women."

"'Sisterhood' shouldn't involve that much touching," says Xenia.

"How do you know about the touching?" says Yiantra, her face reddening. "Th-that's private!"

"Regardless, you're in my temple now, and you'll abide by the rules as I see them," says Xenia. "So I'll insist again: You two need to cover your bodies."

"No, wait!" says Jenny.

It's too late. Xenia raises her holy orb, a sacred symbol of Etherial to which followers must absolutely NOT point out a resemblance to a boob. There is a brilliant flash of light, and fine, white gowns stitch themselves out of the ether over the bodies of the two professors. They immediately feel a pulse surge from the capsules on their buttocks. Their nipples begin to tingle. Their bodies begin to itch everywhere the fabric touches. The look up at Xenia, their eyes going hungry.

"Run," says Yiantra, before the succubus venom completely overwhelms her reason. "Or we'll shred your clothes from your body."