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Our Lady Of Fandom - Saturday Evening

Seifer had spent that morning getting the church in order, and this evening he was there again. Right there, in the front, kneeling down and praying with his rosary in hand. He was praying that the Lord would forgive him for the lust and depravity that this town brought into his mind. It was just so hard to resist sometimes, and he needs his God's love and guidance to do so.

Not that his focus on his own troubles would stop him from helping anyone who came through the doors. He was there to serve. Whether it be to calm a troubled soul, ease a hurting heart, or perform a marriage ceremony or two.

It seemed Fandom was rather obsessed with marriages.

[Yep, open post for you all]

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Karla immediately began weeping into his chest. "That--that can't be true!" she cried. Her lines were rather flatly delivered, but damn could she cry prettily. "My sisters...the Mother Superior...all--no! It's too terrible! I can't say it!" She snuggled closer, her tattered habit exposing a lot of her thighs and leg. "A fire would be nice..." she said, clinging to him. "I'm so..c-c-c-cold."

Why she hadn't been shivering or stuttering before was a mystery.

"I need you for s-s-s-spiritual c-c-comfort, Father..."

Seifer motioned toward the door he avoided before, an arm still wrapped tight around her.

"I'm so sorry, my dear, but it is true. God's will be done, and it is even more so in His places of worship."

The fire in that room would still be going a bit. And the bed isn't too much a of a mess.

From any of the last however many people Seifer had brought back here with him?

"But Father...so many of my sisters are dead! My dear sweet sisters, who I have known since early legal-adulthood. We used to go for secret swims together under the summer moonlight and used to creep into one another's beds to share secret..." She blushed and turned away. "...Secrets."

She left the comfort of his arms and immediately sat on the bed. Looking tragic. "How good God have ordained their deaths? All because of...me?"

Well, that was interesting. He picked up a throw blanket to wrap around her as he sat beside her. "We do not question God, we just accept the things He has happen. We learn from those lessons if we can and move on."

He paused, and then reached for her hand. "Tell me of these secrets, so that you may remember good times with your sisters."

Karla blushed harder. "Perhaps it would be good to confess this, instead? I...worry that...with whatever's after me, perhaps I should be ready to go to the Lord."

Karla got off the bed and knelt before Seifer, the very picture of religious innocence. "Forgive me, father for I have sinned. It's been three days since my last confession, and I fear that, even before, I was...less than truthful. My sisters and I used to practice...things. Like...kissing. And...once or twice...more than that."

Not even a saint could turn away from the lovely picture before him. And God knew, Seifer was no saint. Far from it. And somewhere, there were writers snickering to themselves over the Priest!Kink card being pulled yet again today.

He reached out to place a hand on her bowed head, drawn to her golden hair. "Confess it all, dear sister. What do you mean by more?"

"Well, sometimes our hands would...drift. Lower. Oh, Father, must I truly say it?" Her cheeks were so rosy now, and she kept unconsciously licking her lips. "It is truly scandalous, Father. I am sorely tempted by...impure thoughts. Thoughts I shudder to voice aloud! They must be sent by the devil to plague me! I...I do not know if I can say where our hands would go."

She had hoped he would guess, but perhaps he was too good to have suck wicked thoughts?

"The laws say we must fully speak our sins in order to be forgiven," Seifer told her, his voice low and grave sounding.

Wicked thoughts? No, he didn't have one. He had dozens, and more were forming every moment.

"But, if it is so difficult for you to speak of them, then perhaps you could show me, what it is that you mean."

How this got past the censors was anyone's guess, maybe the writers distracted them with good porn.

It helped that they hadn't actually said anything specific yet! The kept alluding to things and then breaking off, offering titillation without committing.

"Well, Father," Karla said, looking up at him. "If you say this is indeed the will of the Lord..." She reached forward and took his hand, bringing it towards her chest. "My sisters and I...sometimes we'd..."

And the camera panned out to the closing door, Karla still on her knees, silhouetted against the fire.

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