"SHE'S WALKING FUNNY!"
Kaela's voice echoed across the pristine morning courtyard, loud enough to scatter a flock of birds from the nearby trees.
Eveline froze. The pure, innocent Saintess of the Church of Light looked as though her soul had violently ejected itself from her body. Her face flushed a shade of crimson so deep it rivaled blood, and she frantically tried to press her trembling thighs together beneath her perfectly ironed academy skirt. It didn't work. The relentless, brutal pounding she had taken for hours had left her core entirely wrecked, forcing her into an awkward, bow-legged shuffle.
Beside her, Althea wasn't faring much better. The proud, stoic knight was gritting her teeth with every step, her muscular legs practically vibrating from the soreness of having her dignity thoroughly dismantled.
Cedric, standing next to a cackling Kaela, blinked in genuine confusion. He adjusted his glasses, looking at the two holy figures with mild concern.
