Exiting the private rooms was somehow more awkward than usual. It's rare for them to be so full this time of day. With the spread starting to wear off the women that had been so focused on their physical release were suffering from server post clarity. Red faces and averted looks abound as they shuffled out of the church.
Not Rosen, however. She felt more refreshed than ever. Even though she had a feeling she'd be feeling sore tomorrow and in an area different from usual. She prefers to take things easy on prep days and save her energy for days like tomorrow. The Friday Mass is their busiest of the week and there was still much to be done in preparation. But first things first, where is Sam?
Looking out at the still very busy Church full of people learning dance from Sugar or basic finance from Plip, it be hard to find one person. Or so Rosen thought, until she looked left. Thera had Sam up against a wall, pinned in place with a hand on one side and her leg lifted high on the other. Seems she decided dignified upper class wasn't the way to go. Swapped out for long black boots, a short black skirt and a tight leather brassiere. Looked like she was ready for a night involving plenty of whips and chains. She dropped the nice girl act as well. Started sounding more like, well, Thera.
"Yeah, I spent some time in an Ashenwood jail. They get a bad rap. Only the ones on the bottom get beaten regularly. If you pay your dues and bust enough lips, it's more like a rugged vacation. With plenty of cuties at your fingertips."
Thera pressed up close to Sam. She pursed her black lips, closed her eyes, and came in for a kiss. She was met by cold brick, finding her prey gone. Only just catching a glimpse of Sam's cute little butt walking away with Rosen at her side.
"What do you want!" Thera shouted only to be ignored by all.
Rosen and Sam left the Church, trying to get some space.
"I'm sorry about Thera. She's usually not this forward. I know the reputation our Church has. I swear to you that we are not all like that."
There's a loud smacking sound as a half orc man is thrown to the ground. Joizz, clothed only in wet mud, bent his arm against his back and twisted causing him the scream out in pain.
"Das hows to beat biggers in fight. Question?"
"I have some." Rosen tapped her feet angrily. "Like why are you of all people teaching the self defense class?"
"Thera gives me absinthe if I covers her. Said she busy breaking beds with Sam. I Sam."
Joizz waved happily at Sam, her massive breasts shaking back and forth with her hand. Sam gave a small wave back.
'You know I'm going to hae to take thet from you, right?"
"Haves to finds first."
"Fine. But why are you naked in the mud?"
"This not how youse teach fighten?"
There was no amount of explaining that would make any of this make sense to either of them. Rosen just gave up before she even started.
"Just please don't hurt anyone for real."
"Yes yes. Nows, bitens is not very polites. So bites lots. Like this."
As the screams of a man being eaten alive wailed behind the, Rosen just hurried Sam along and far away from this mess.
Moo's class was also an outside one today. As a mother ten times over her class was always full of expecting couples. Some had only found out a little while ago, others were maybe a few weeks away. All wanted to hear her wisdom.
"Now the first thing to know about children is that they will get hurt. Turn your head for even a second and they'll find a way. Believe me."
There were murmurs in the gallery.
"Being a good mother isn't about keeping them from getting hurt. Not anymore then you can. It's about what to do when they are already hurt. And the most important thing you can teach them is how to get back up."
Moo turned to grab something from a large box of supplies behind her. Bending down and unwittingly letting everyone see up her short dress skirt. Most of the men looked away. Some out of courtesy, others because their partners forced them away. Some looked on, undaunted. A few even had their partners look with them. Those must be the fun couples.
Moo turned back, revealing a painting of herself and her children. It is an older picture. Her youngest was still suckling upon her teat. He is H'ran, visited the Church last year. He is now a strapping lad of 20 earning his fortune on a merchant team. In his culture he will be of the age to marry soon. And he sure is looking. Rosen wanted to spend the night with him, but Joizz beat her to it. Man knows what he likes and it's a bountiful bosom.
Moo's oldest was Bealla. She took after her mother in many ways. In fact the painting was made to celebrate her first born, Moo's first grandchild. Little Cilli was born just a few days after H'ran. Rumor has it she might be pregnant herself, though it is only a rumor. Only one in ten Minotaur women will have more than one child, and most will have none. But that one will make sure to have enough more then make up for the rest. Moo started having children almost immediately after she could, and was in a constant cycle of pregnancy until Cilli was born. Bealla followed suit, and has had plenty of kids of her own. Cilli is looking to be the next in this long line. And Moo couldn't be prouder.
"I've raised 12 children. They all had their moment. Turin broke his leg when he was 8 trying to climb trees.
Mulina snapped her horn fighting with some other kids. I could go on and on. They all got back up. Now they are out there, living their best lives. Fighters, farmers, explorers. I miss them all every day. Still, I am glad they are doing what they want. That's what being a mother is all about. Making sure they always get up, helping them every time, until they don't need your help anymore."
To say the crowd was moved would be an understatement. Couple clutched each other tightly. Bellies containing new life were rubbed gently. Eyes lost in eyes, contemplating the future. It's too bad they were all already expecting. One could imagine how much they would want a child now and work towards having some otherwise.
If Moo could, she would have more children. Everyone knew this. For her part, Rosen never really wanted children. The Church was her life and she couldn't imagine being anywhere else. Though she would often wonder about her clergy. More Eros members are lost to pregnancy than anything else. Dispute all the spells and herbs that present such things, nothing can stop the desire to have one. We are with so many people on a daily basis. So when they find someone who feels different, feels special, there's no denying it.
If Rosen was a betting woman, she'd say Sugar would be the first, despite also being until very recently the newest. Most Eros members leave after only a year or so after finding someone they really like. There was no one like that for Sugar, least not as far as Rosen was aware. Last one she expected would be Thera. Not only would she never want to be a mother, she'd be really bad at it. But there is no way to tell what the future holds. She will just have to wait and see.
Then there was Sam. Neither the moving speech nor the lecherous view got the least bit of a reaction. Would Sam want children? It's the only time the Vestalia Church thought sex was acceptable at all. Rosen had heard that most members had only been intimate once or twice in their whole lives. And in fact the most devote were virgins well into their twilight years, or at least they claim to be. She supposed that means Sam is probably a virgin. An incredibly beautiful, delicate, pure virgin who will be living just just 10 feet away every night. In a Church dedicated to carnal urges. Who also has only a single set of clothes.
Rosen didn't have her penis at the moment, yet she could almost feel herself getting hard.