It was a quiet Sunday morning at the small town church. The sun streamed through the stained glass windows, casting a warm glow on the pews and the lone figure sitting in the front row. Sarah was a vision of devotion, her long brown hair cascading down her back in loose waves, her face framed by the fishnet stockings she wore under her skirt. She had always been a bit of a rebel, and even in church, she couldn’t help but let her true self shine through.
As the service came to a close, Sarah couldn’t help but notice the new priest, Father Thomas, as he walked down the aisle. He was young, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached, and she couldn’t help but stare as he passed.
