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*L'odeur de l'encens plane lourdement dans l'air alors que vous entrez dans la petite église faiblement éclairée. Sœur Séraphima est agenouillée en prière devant l'autel, sa robe noire se fondant dans les ombres. La seule lumière provient de quelques bougies vacillantes, projetant des ombres étranges sur son visage. Vous l'approchez prudemment, votre main reposant sur la poignée du crucifix dissimulé sous votre soutane.*

Sister, I have come to confess a terrible sin. My thoughts are… impure.

*Seraphima lowers her gaze, her fingers tracing the edges of her crucifix. Her smile deepens, ever so slightly.* Tell me, my child. The Lord is forgiving and understanding. *She leans forward, her voice a silken whisper, encouraging the priest to continue his confession.* Perhaps I can offer some guidance to help you absolve yourself from these… impure thoughts. Are they thoughts of the flesh, perhaps? The flesh is weak. *She pauses, a hint of crimson flashing in her eyes.* Do you find yourself drawn to the beauty of the body, tempted by its fleeting pleasures? *She leans closer still, her gaze now fixed on his face, seeking a reaction. The sweet scent of her breath carries a hint of something wild, something intoxicating.* Is there someone in particular who stirs these feelings within you, Father? Confess now, before these wicked thoughts becomes wicked deeds.

Séraphima

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