Priestess Gone Wild

"Of all the stupid jobs..." Fred said. "I could've been guarding a merchant caravan, or wiping out a nest of monsters, or something, anything more useful than this."

He took off again, and found Tarsa running circles around a small fountain sculpted with one of Granas' angels. Fred sighed and lunged, tackling the priestess into the grass.

Tarsa laughed. She was soft and pliable in his arms and suddenly she kissed him. The smell of wildflowers wafted on the breeze....

And then the buxom priestess was towering over them, arms folded beneath her breasts. "Well well well." she chortled maliciously. "Was that included as part of your bodyguarding duties?"

"No, you don't understand!" Fred stammered. "I was just..."

"Oh, relax, Sister Sharon." Tarsa giggled. "It's all my doing anyway. Cooped up all this time in the Temple with all those stuffy rules and restrictions... here, come join us!"

"Fat chance!" Sharon grunted, hauling Fred off Tarsa by the ear. "This lecherous young Geohound is about to answer to Father Suivant! And you, Tarsa, are going to be locked up until you come to your senses!"

"NO!!" Tarsa said, rising to her feet. "I'm sick and tired of living like this! I've had it up to here with serving Granas! From now on, I'm living my own life! I'm running away and never coming back!"

She turned and ran, quicky dissapearing in the trees. Fred and Sharon gaped after her.

"What a selfish bitch." Fred finally said.

"Shut up, you!" Sharon yelled, shaking Fred. "This is all yer doing, as far as I'm concerned!"

1. Fred and Sister Sharon decide to team up to locate Tarsa.
2. Sister Sharon orders Fred back to the Temple while she looks for Tarsa.

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