His breath taken away, Natsuki couldn't help but gawk at the beauty laid before him:
Hair golden as the first ray of dawn, it slid smoothly across her dainty little shoulders, her alabaster-white skin accentuating its beauty. Lips redder than the ripest of strawberries were painted across her face, tantalising Natsuki to almost take a bite from them. Her dainty nose was just like those of 2D girls, taking all his willpower to resist the urge to fiddle with it.
But it was the eyes that stole his soul away:
Bright blue, just like the clearest of lakes, gazed upon him, filled with nothing but purity. Even Scaramond, the lecher of the group, couldn't help but bow his head in shame, unable to forgive himself for thinking dirty things about her.
Tch, men!
Well, not everyone felt goodwill about the Saintess:
Vylara stood to the side, arms crossed, eyes turned to the sides. Grinding her teeth, for the first time in her long life, she felt as if something was being taken away when she saw Natsuki enamoured with the harlot in front of her.
Not to mention the fact that she reminds her of those sanctimonious diddlers back home...
"Oh my, please forgive my rudeness, but please forgive me if I've done anything untoward to you, miss young lady..."
Ah, what a beautiful voice, just like Rie Takahashi! Man, I wish I had a recorder with me...
As if reading his thoughts, Scaramond signalled Natsuki, bringing out a small cube from one of his many sub-pockets sewn into his pants. The only thing he needed to do was press the record button, and voila, her voice wo–
Ehem!
"D'oh!"
Except for the missing doughnut, Scaramond had the same facial expression as lé great Homer Simpson. Turning his head, he found old man Knoxis staring at his pocket, eyes squinting. Giving a small jerk, he slowly returned the recorder to his pocket, face downcast.
Damn it old man, it would've been for our eyes only!
Still grumbling, Natsuki nevertheless turned his attention back towards the heavenly maiden, this time without the lecherous thoughts of the general man. Coughing to get her attention, Natsuki gave a deep breath, before getting to the topic at hand:
"Look, Miss Saintess–"
"Call me Celestina. My name is Celestina..."
"Okay then Ms. Celestina, I was wondering if it's possible for me, the hero, to go to the mountain on the back side of the Church, and whether–"
"Oh surely you jest, my great lord! As the great hero, you have all the permission in the world to enter wherever you want, do whatever you want! Shall I get you some fair maidens for you to play with? If not, I can serve you myself– my body is still unsullied–"
"Okay buckeroo, just tell us whether or not we can enter the damn mountain or not!?"
Slamming her hand atop the mahogany table, Vylara quickly broke the tantalising train of bribes, returning the conversation back on track. Celestina, though taken aback at the sudden onslaught of violence from a fellow woman, never broke her smile, continuing her conversation as if nothing had happened, and that the cracks on the table were all just a figment of her imagination.
"It shall be of no issue for me to request to– oh, oh no...
By the oracle of the Great One, access to the Holy Peak shall be forfeited until all quests have been completed!"