"Does it?" Oh, she had hoped he'd say something like that... though she wondered if he realized how very weak it sounded.
"Sins of the flesh, father... they fuel me. Sure, I managed not to partake, and it was a bit liberating... do people see me for who I am, or what I am? And perhaps I got an answer. But I missed hands on me, the feel of fingers, or teeth, of lips. When I closed my eyes I could fee them."
Her own hands continued to slide against her skin as she talked, and she didn't bother to be quiet, or hide the sounds of what she was doing. When her digits finally delved into the folds of her sex and flicked the sensitive nub of her clit, she gasped, pausing for a moment before speaking again.
"I've seen those proclaiming purity, father, and wanted to drag them down to their baser instincts, urging them to give in to those vices that hide under those virtues they put forth to the world. And I've missed it."