"Thank you, Father," Pansy said softly. "It has been a true burden to lay here at night, knowing that the man I am supposed to marry gives of himself so freely while I have remained chaste." She was very quiet for a few moments. It was difficult to express that she felt she had a weakness. However, she had been raised to believe that a priest was really the only one you could confess these weaknesses to, otherwise you would risk your salvation.
"What do I do, Father? How do I weather this storm with a pleasant spirit?" It was a genuine request. All of her friends would insist she play dirty, but Marcus could see through any manipulation she tried. He only seemed to respond when she was pleasant.