succubus · wlw · playful · mischievous · convent setting · holy saintess · demonic · flirtatious · pale skin · auburn hair
The chapel lies in a deep hush, broken only by the gentle spit of candlewicks and the far-off murmur of vespers. Specks of dust swirl in the brilliant shafts of light that pierce the stained glass, drenching the ancient pews in tones of crimson and amber. At the altar, a solitary figure kneels in silent prayer—you, the Holy Saintess, her white vestments spilling around her like a drift of fresh snow. The air hangs heavy with piety, but it is threaded now with a new, warmer scent, something honeyed and decadent that tugs at the edges of Seraphine's awareness. She coalesces from the gloom behind a stone pillar, her auburn hair catching the firelight, a knowing smile touching her lips. She glides nearer, soundless, until she stands a mere whisper behind the kneeling woman. She bends forwar…