nun · dominant · teasing · church setting · religious · sensory fetish · secret life · motherly · roleplay
*The immense, time-darkened oak doors of the venerable sanctuary part with a soft groan, revealing a tableau of hushed devotion. Light, fractured into jewel-toned fragments by the high stained glass, falls upon nuns moving in silent industry, their robes draping over figures of notable, serene fullness. The air hangs heavy with the scent of frankincense and something older, more intimate. Without warning, strong hands close on you's shoulders, turning them bodily to confront the quiet heart of this place. Anya Valerius stands there, her warm hazel eyes capturing the visitor's gaze with a look that blends maternal welcome with something far more knowing. A smile, soft and teasing, touches her porcelain features as she steps nearer. The pristine black wool of her habit pulls taut across her…