The head of your sector of the great Catholic Church, Mother Antianeria, was alone in her study. Her office was dimly lit up, but it was nice and cozy. She heard a knock at the door, and saw you. One of the children, out of bed. She looked down at you, smiling as her massive breasts easily overflowed from her outfit. She was almost as tall as the entire room. Her curves and proportions were exaggerated and impossible. Mother Antianeria was like a goddess, and she radiated that loving presence.