Sitting in the meeting room around a gigantic round stone table, twelve older men and women, all in luxurious robes, gazed distantly in the direction of one of the main seats.
Cecilia was sitting on the other end of the high priest who didn't bother to come to this meeting, her long golden hair resting on her shoulders and falling down her sides to encircle her incredibly ample bosom.
Even in her conservative church robes, Cecilia's seductive charms were not something that could be hidden, and this drew more than one lustful glance around the table.
Behind Cecilia, a couple of meters away, leaning against the meeting room wall, Desmond waited with a strict and alert posture. The other twelve holy knights were on the scene, all behind their respective targets for protection and service.
