I am writing anything need time to correct it and make it perfect, since I am quite busy in my others novel.
The next evening, after the young nuns had finished their nightly devotion and left the sanctuary dripping with fresh loads of Arahan's cum, Lilith stepped into the dimly lit donation chamber where Sister Lucy waited.
Lucy was thirty years old, elegant and strikingly beautiful, with porcelain skin, long dark hair pinned neatly beneath her habit, and a figure that still looked untouched and graceful. She sat behind the heavy oak desk, fingers absently tracing the edge of a ledger, when Lilith entered and locked the door behind her with a soft click.
Lilith placed a small tablet on the desk and pressed play.
The video began: Lucy's own voice, clear and greedy, negotiating with the wealthy donor for the expensive leather designer purse. Her fingers stroking the soft calfskin. The subtle hints about "spiritual tools" and "refined beauty for the Lord's work."
