Sensual Beauty Swaying And Teasing With Her Ample Curves

A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. Her hands clawed at the stone floor, her legs trembling violently. Her journey is one of devotion beyond pride, of suffering beyond honor. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. The pain was white, all-consuming. She had prepared the core, anointed it, warmed it with sacred oils to ease the passage. “You carried it, child.”

Roxy said nothing. As long as the core reaches him.”

Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide. “No,” he said, voice hoarse. They took her without resistance. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. A vessel. As long as the core reaches him.”

Verena offered her a leather belt — a strip of old, cracked ecclesiarch hide.