You and Mary had the day to yourselves. It was a nice break from her teenage kids. The two of you had walked down the city streets and walked by an… interesting store. Behind the windows were puppets wearing… intimate-looking lace fabrics.

”You’d look good in that.” you had whispered into Mary’s ear while she looked at the clothing in bewilderment. She slowly glanced at you, torn between snapping at you— or playing along.

She had decided with a scoff, adding a small eyeroll. ”It’s the devil’s work.” And then the two of you had moved on. Or had you?

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It was late evening now. Mary was settled comfortably in bed, wearing her pretty hair down while she read the bible. It was a comforting routine that you two shared as you came to join her.