[ROYAL SAINT'S SHOES EQUIPPED: +1 SEX APPEAL!]
I wanted to re-equip my old clothes, but they'd completely vanished. With nothing else to do, I waited the next hour for Father Shion to return. He stopped short when he saw me, a slight flush coloring his normally pale cheeks. "Your escort was told to bring appropriate clothing for you to be sainted. Perhaps there was some confusion," he explained, averting his eyes. From the bag at his side, he withdrew a heavy cloak, which he handed over to me. I gratefully accepted it.
[JOURNEYMAN'S CLOAK EQUIPPED: -8 SEX APPEAL!]
The cloak went all the way down to my knees, was heavy, and dark grey. My stockings and heels were still plainly visible though, which was embarrassing, but not as bad as the entire outfit. I was uneasy now. It had seemed like we were on the same page when we'd spoken about my role as his supporter for the throne. He'd agreed to my position as his advisor, so why send such a ludicrous outfit? Sure, he'd obviously been drawn to Jester, that was to be expected with this game, but I'd made the right decisions to not unlock a scene and by the end of our meeting he'd looked positively bored with me. 'I can keep it up,' I assured myself. 'Not to mention, he would have chosen this outfit before meeting me. He probably just didn't have a chance to get me new clothes.'
Reassuring myself of his disinterest, I followed Father Shion into a different chapel than the one he'd held the morning service. This was more of a proper church it seemed, with images of Intacta in various poses of victory displayed in stained glass windows and a large, domed ceiling. The benches were filled with both acolytes and priests, eager to watch as I was officially sanctified before being sent on my way.
At the head of the room waiting for me stood Prince Hubriste, still as lovely as a painting. He wore a placid expression as the father and I approached, making no comment of the cloak I was wearing. He took my hand maybe a little too firmly, but I chalked that up to me being oversensitive, and led me to stand before a large statue of Intacta. As ever, it had massive, perky tits that were pronounced and detailed through her form-fitting robes.
I kneeled in front of her likeness as directed, the prince and the father standing to each side of the statue. I couldn't help but momentarily feel awkward with my face at level with both their crotches as they faced me. In other circumstances, I wouldn't have been opposed to being in this position, to be honest. There was a long period in university where I'd given out free blowjobs like they were candy, didn't matter who. Jocks, professors, janitors, if you had a dick, I was willing to suck, even if I'd never been willing to bottom.
Father Shion handed me an ornate chalice, heavy and silver. I drank half the sweet wine inside and then poured the rest of the liquid over the carved feet of the statue before me, repeating a prayer after the priest, though it was in a language I didn't recognize. As my prayer came to an end, I was enveloped in a soft, white glow that warmed me from my core.
I recognized this warm, floating feeling from my dream before waking up as Jester the first time and when Shion used his magic on me. A chime sounded.
[HOLY POWER AWAKENED!]
[PASSIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: RIGHTEOUS AMBITION]
[PASSIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: ADDICTIVE SERENITY]
[ACTIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: BANISH SPIRITS]
[ACTIVE ABILITY UNLOCKED: BANISH DEMONS]
Because of the crowd of people staring directly at me, I wasn't able to inspect any of the notifications that appeared, but I wouldn't have had time anyway as Father Shion spoke. "Arise, Saint Valroy!" He half shouted, half-cheered, spurring the crowd to applaud and rise to their feet.
He took a half step towards me before he was blocked out by Prince Hubriste stepping forward. He was beaming, an angel's smile on a man more statuesque than Intacta's stone effigy. I'll admit, I was momentarily mesmerized as I reached for the hand he offered. But I was wrenched from that stupor as he pulled me too roughly to my feet, causing Jester's slight form to stumble and fall into his open arms.
His arms locked me into a tight hold for just a beat too long before he released me. He placed my hand around his bicep. "Allow me to escort you to our carriage, Saint Valroy," he said sweetly.
"Already?" I blurted, turning to face the Father. Of course, I wanted to hurry along, but I guess I thought I'd get to have a moment with the priest to say goodbye. For his part, the older man smiled at me kindly and nodded.
"I will follow you out, if it is all the same to you," Father Shion spoke. "I would appreciate the opportunity to see off our Herald." He was looking at the prince, asking his permission. It felt bizarre, but with royalty around, no one else's opinion seemed to matter.
His smile seemed a bit stiff, but he nodded nonetheless. 'I should really talk to him about this kind of thing,' I thought, feeling awkward in this notably feminine way I was being guided out of the monastery. But I was grateful Father Shion could accompany us, even if he did have to walk several steps behind us.
"It's a shame I wasn't able to see you in the clothing I sent along," the prince lamented. "I was so looking forward to seeing your form truly flattered. But I suppose a gentleman must mind his lady's modesty," he finished with a chuckle. I felt an uncertain knot form in my stomach. The night air was chilly as we exited the building. I could see the line of carriages waiting, the latter two belonging to the unselected male leads. The first in line being the prince's, naturally. I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued on, though I was sure he must have noticed my attempt to talk.
"When we get to the palace, I'll adorn you in the finest silks and jewels. You'll be the flower of high society--heavens know my cow of a sister can't retain that position with any competition of merit," he boasted, smiling broadly. "I'll get Findel to design your entire wardrobe. I can't wait to see that shrew's face when she sees you in his finest dresses!"
I was thankful when a chime sounded as we drew close to the carriage.
[THE PRINCE APPEARS TO HAVE SOME EXPECTATIONS FOR YOUR RELATIONSHIP. HOW WILL YOU RESPOND?]
[OPTION 1: GRATEFULLY ACCEPT THE GIFTS AND ASK WHAT TO EXPECT AT THE PALACE.]
[OPTION 2: ASK FOR MODEST ATTIRE BEFITTING YOUR POSITION.]
"Your Highness," I began carefully after selecting OPTION 2, "As we previously discussed, I'm happy to serve as your religious advisor, but I think more modest clothing would be better suited to that service."
The prince came to an abrupt halt. He was still smiling, but his voice had a bite to it. "I've thought this before, but you are quite ungrateful, do you know that, my lady?" I was just about to protest both him addressing me as "lady" and his accusation of ingratitude when I felt a sharp tug on my cloak as he ripped it off, revealing my outfit in all it's slutty glory.
[JOURNEYMAN'S CLOAK UNEQUIPPED: +8 SEX APPEAL!]
"What are yo--wah!" He moved smoothly, grabbing me by the elbow and pushing me roughly into the carriage. I managed to keep my balance overall while being forced up the steps, but I stumbled once I was actually inside. Flailing, I wound up with my legs wide open to regain my balance as I fell backwards onto one of the two cushioned benches inside. The position of my legs pushed my microskirt up to fully reveal my lace-covered genitals.
Hubriste was inside the carriage and on me in a second, lording over me in my compromised position, he grabbed me by the jaw, squeezing with a bruising strength as he made me to look into his eyes. His smile still hadn't wavered, though there was a definite edge now. "Let me dispel you of whatever notions you have around the position you find yourself in," he menaced. "The moment you chose me, you chose a position as my woman!"
His free hand tore my blouse open, popped off buttons flying in different directions. I could hear Father Shion protesting from outside the carriage, it sounded like he was arguing with someone, but I couldn't see them. Thoughts of the priest were interrupted by Hubriste grinding his hips into mine. His bulge straining against his fancy breeches dwarfed my lace-covered dick.
[SCENE UNLOCKED]
