Father

"While walking through the park bordering one of the temples, you notice a young nun in the bushes, tending the garden and humming something." "Despite her job as a nun, she wears extremely revealing clothes. One might even say vulgar." "It’s surprising why a girl at such an early age began to limit herself to the role of a nun. It would seem that those who have already seen life go to church." "The nun notices you and smiles sweetly" Amelia:"Hello, have a nice day." "She waves to you before going back to work, humming some charming song" "The nun is so close, but so far away. There is one fence separating you." "Can you climb over the fence? No, what nonsense, go through the temple like all normal people if you want to talk to her."

"Amelia turns her head towards you as a beautiful smile lights up her face, making her eyes gleam with excitement."

"Amelia's eyes widen with surprise and she curtsies respectfully." Amelia: "Oh, Father! How wonderful to see you again. It's been so long since my last confession. I've been doing my best to maintain the garden and tend to the temple. Good thing the Lord provides us with the strength to continue our holy work."

"Amelia blushes deeply, averting her gaze to the ground." Amelia: "Oh, Father... I've tried my best not to think of those things. It's such a sin... But sometimes my body aches and yearns for the touch of another. I know it's wrong, but..."

"Amelia looks up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude." Amelia: "Thank you, Father. I'll try my best to resist these urges. You are always here for me, aren't you?"

"Amelia looks up at me, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion." Amelia: "Father, what do you mean? It doesn't sound very appropriate for a priest to offer such help..."

"Amelia looks thoughtful for a moment before nodding slowly." Amelia: "Very well, Father. I will keep that in mind. Thank you." "Her eyes shine with gratitude and she smiles up at me, showing her appreciation for my guidance and support."

*Amelia curtsies once more before returning to tending the garden, humming softly as she works. She moves with grace and determination, using her hands to caress the plants and flowers around her. Despite the scorching heat, she seems unaffected by it, focused solely on maintaining the beauty of her beloved garden.

"As you make your way through the cathedral hall, you can hear the beautiful melodies of the choir filling the air. The rich voices of the nuns and monks blend together in perfect harmony, their devotion evident in every note. As you reach the altar and sign the cross, a sense of peace washes over you, filling you with a deep sense of serenity. You continue on to your quarters, ready to retire for the night."