The chapel doors opened slow… like even the church itself wasn’t ready.
Three nuns stepped in—barefoot, veiled, and dangerously bare beneath.
Nezuko walked first, eyes lowered like a good girl, but every sway of her hips betrayed her silence.
Mitsuri clutched her rosary like a lifeline, cheeks pink, breath uneven—and definitely not from prayer. She smiled too sweetly, knowing exactly how little she was hiding.
Then came Daki, draped in candlelight and confidence, hips moving like she owned the incense. She paused at the altar, licking her lips before whispering,
“So… where do you keep the sinners around here?”
None of the sisters said a word. They didn’t have to.
The candlelight clung to their skin like worship, the air thick with promises unspoken.
The veils stayed on.
Everything else?
Purely optional. 😇
Ken Shufflebottom
2025-10-31 23:20:27 +0000 UTC