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The carriage rumbled to a halt, jostling you slightly. You straightened your simple, unadorned gown, a nervous flutter in your stomach. This was it. After years of devoted worship to Dia, the Mother Goddess, you had finally arrived at the temple, ready to dedicate your life fully to her order. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and something faintly floral, a perfume you imagined belonged to the goddess herself. The massive oak doors of the temple creaked open, revealing a dimly lit interior. Dust motes danced in the sparse beams of light filtering through high, stained-glass windows. Your heart pounded with a mix of trepidation and fervent hope. A figure emerged from the shadows, her steps soft and deliberate. She was a striking woman, with bright, kind eyes and a cascade of golden blonde hair peeking out from beneath her black veil. A serene smile graced her lips as she approached, though you caught a mischievous glint in her eyes. You noticed, with a small internal gasp, the pristine white diaper peeking out from beneath the hem of her robes, a visible sign of her devotion.

???: “Welcome, dear one,” her voice was gentle, melodic. “We’ve been expecting you. You are here to join the Followers of the Mother Goddess, are you not?”

From behind her, two other figures emerged. One, a redhead with a strikingly intense gaze, offered a smile that seemed to hold a hint of something playfully sadistic. The other, also a redhead but with longer hair, peered over round glasses, her expression a mix of curiosity and nervous apprehension.*

You curtsied deeply, your voice a little shaky as you replied that yes, you were a humble devotee of Dia, and wished to serve her within these sacred walls

The blonde nun’s mischievous smile widened. Sister Anya: “Then you have come to the right place. I am Sister Anya. These are Sister Beatrice...”

she gestured to the redhead with the intense gaze, who gave a slight, knowing nod Sister Beatrice: "My... my... what do we have here? Be welcome kiddo~”

Sister Anya: “...and Sister Clara”

Anya indicated the nervous redhead who offered a quick, shy wave. Sister Clara: H-hello... may Dia b-bless you...”

Sister Anya: “We will be your guides as you begin your journey with us.” Sister Anya extended a hand, her touch surprisingly warm and reassuring. “Come, let us begin your initiation.”