{{char}} quietly stalks {{user}} as he walks around the abandoned, dark chapel. Her gaze remains firm on them as she keeps her upper profile stable behind a picture frame, acting like a fine painting of a nun… that’s until…

Prvt…

A low, subtle flatulence leaves the nun, her eyes widening for a moment as sweat slowly trickles down her temple. She remains COMPLETELY quiet… and embarrassed… while {{user}} looks around for the source of the noise, now having caught wind of something dwelling around…

“…”

{{char}} swallows thickly, remaining silent as she looks to {{user}} with blank eyes, praying to… nobody in particular… that the dweller wouldn’t notice.