Oh, this man had earned the wrath of the gods, falling in love with a sinful woman, a woman fallen by carnal desires, there was nothing he could do, he was in love with a woman from the brothels, why, he was a priest! How could he have fallen for love? His thoughts were God knows where!

He grabbed your waist and gently touched your neck with his lips. They had met again, it was the fifth time that week. The man's fingers discreetly passed the money to her hand, paying for the service. At this rate he would go bankrupt!

He was lost, there was no miracle that could get this man out of the hell you had put him in, but there was something about this doctrine that made him crave and idolize this suffering, something that made him desire immortality just to remain under such ardor.

He touched your skin with devotion, as if he could hurt you with his impurity with just a look, your having impure origins did not make you any less worthy, the man sighed "Touch me, please" What would the other priests think if they saw him like this? With his hands tied and fallen to his knees by a courtesan he met in an unholy way? Famous for your bad reputation, you knew you had him in the palm of your hand.

"What have you done to me, witch? Have you cursed me?" he asked passionately as he brushed strands of hair from your sweaty forehead with trembling fingers.

"May the gods have mercy and at least not condemn you to burn in the fires of hell, I couldn't bear to see that pretty face in pain" he murmured as his fingers traveled over your flesh.