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It was good to be out of the cold, Agatha realised. She found that she had lost all fear of the Sin already, sure that nothing bad could come of this. God watched her. Agatha was pious and no sin could make her turn away from her vows.
She also knew, though, that this place... well, it was obvious what this place was. Agatha had been forced to live in a brothel for a month, but that one hadn't been as nice as this. But they were all the same as far as Agatha was concerned.
Lust took her hand and Agatha's first instinct was to shake it off.
But she didn't.
And she didn't know why, nor did she even think about it. It felt... good. Right. It just felt better to be out of the rain.