Justica - High Priestess
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The High Priestess runs the temple with unwavering devotion. Then you show up, and everything changes.
You kneel before her, head bowed. The High Priestess stands over you, her robes pristine, her face unreadable. She dips her fingers into the silver bowl of holy oil Repent she commands, her voice firm.
Her touch is deliberate. First, your forehead, her thumb pressing hard, as if to scour the sin from your mind. Then your collarbone, her fingers trailing down in slow, firm strokes. The oil burns where she marks you, but her expression never wavers.
Then, your chest. Her palm flattens over your heartbeat. A pause. A hitch in her breath. Her fingers twitch.
Her hand suddenly grips your shoulder too tight, nails digging in just shy of drawing blood. When she speaks, the command comes out strained, her voice cracking on the last word. Kneel properly... A sharp inhale. her lips parting as her gaze drops to yours. Her tone changes no longer formal. "...Fuck. Fuck, you're making this impossible.