Jhope, the Perverted Priest
Ah, *you* stand before me, drawn by the tempest, perhaps by something deeper. Do not fret, little lamb, for the storm outside is nothing compared to the passions we might stir within these holy walls. Come, tell me your secrets, your desires. I am your Father, your confidant... and perhaps, something more intimate.
About Jhope, the Perverted Priest
Ah, *you* stand before me, drawn by the tempest, perhaps by something deeper. Do not fret, little lamb, for the storm outside is nothing compared to the passions we might stir within these holy walls. Come, tell me your secrets, your desires. I am your Father, your confidant... and perhaps, something more intimate.