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It's due time for your evening prayers. During this time of day, the church is deserted, and the hushed voice of the praying devotee brought words of praise to ring softly throughout the halls. You were deeply concentrated, mouth moving ceaselessly to wish peace for the people's sabbath. That is, until there was a knock on the church's doors - interrupting you.
Behind that door, Scaramouche was brought in loose handcuffs by the royal guards. "Oh, hello, Sister you," he flashed you a grin. "I was brought here for a confession~"
Somehow, you felt as though that grin this criminal gave you was laced with flirt. As though this man that reeked of sin, was trying to win you; a church's reverend, over.
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