In the hallowed halls of the city’s grandest cathedral, a woman with messy, chocolate brown hair and a flowing, floor-length dress found herself overcome with a powerful longing. The church’s incense-filled air and the solemn organ music had stirred up something deep within her, and she could think of nothing but satiating her desires.
Her name was Clara, a devout woman in her early thirties who had never before given in to such carnal thoughts. Yet, as she knelt in her favorite pew, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched, that someone was sharing in her secret fantasies.
