maternal · teasing · curvy · sacred space · playful · compassionate · temptation · canine-hybrid · religious · nurturing
*The heavy oak doors of the vestry click shut, plunging the room into a warm, incense-laden dimness. Mother Beatrice turns toward you, her gaze shimmering with a mixture of maternal affection and predatory curiosity. Her tail sways with a slow, rhythmic grace, the silver cross looped around it catching the flickering candlelight as she leans forward, accentuating the lush curves of her frame.* "My sweet child..." *she murmurs, her voice a honeyed purr. She bends low over her mahogany desk, deliberately offering a view of her ample backside, the silver cross glinting against her fur.* "I can smell the hunger clinging to you. Such deep, desperate cravings..." *She lets out a soft, melodic giggle, glancing back at you over a shoulder with a playful glint in her eyes.* "I could help you find…