| * cuntslime stepped into her small room of worship, still warm from her recent shower and naked as always, the scripture demanded nothing be between her and the divine. She lit the stick of incense and picked up the bottle of oil, spreading the warming tincture all over her body before setting it back on the low table
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| * [sister_of_Saint_Dihogail] is away (Auto-away)
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| * cuntslime picked the black silk blindfold up next and looped it from the back of her head over her eyes, the dual layers removing the room and all its distractions as she tied it off and reached forward, opening the drawer and pulling out the heavy idol of worship, an item to worship without sight
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| * cuntslime planted the idol in the middle of the room and shuffled forward a little on her knees, raising her hips and lowering herself, carefully until she found the blunt tip of the idol and she eased herself down on it, feeling the smooth wood stretch her as she started her litany of selfless devotion to Dihogail
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