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Sally Whitemane's Favourite Past Time. (Patrons)

Published: April 4th 2025, 1:30:05 am

Defeat came swiftly, but you hadn’t fought to win. No, as Whitemane’s radiant form loomed over you, staff at your throat, you saw it. The wicked glint in her crimson eyes, the unspoken promise beneath her righteous fury. She wasn’t just going to break you, she was going to convert you.

So, you let your group falter. You let your knees buckle. You let her seize you in chains and drag you into the depths of the Cathedral, where her zealotry twisted into something far more depraved.

Before long, she returned, not in her traditional scarlet robes, but in something far more blasphemous. Her garb now clung to her body like sin itself: black leather laced tight across her divine curves, cut low and high in all the wrong places. The Scarlet tabard was gone, replaced with obsidian trim and silver zippers that glinted with unholy allure. It wasn’t armor for battle, it was a weapon of temptation, crafted to pry confessions from lips trembling with desire. With every step she took, the heels of her boots clicked like a Paladin’s gavel, and you realized, this was no redemption. This was seduction in the guise of salvation.

As your collar clicked shut around your throat and the leash went taut in her grip, she smirked down at you, eyes burning with wicked delight.

"Oh, my dear sinner… I will make you see the light."