Shette54, the reverend's devout assistant, has been feeling a void in her life, a hunger that even her pious duties can't satiate. Today, she finds herself alone in the church, the quiet hum of the old building amplifying her thoughts. She looks at her reflection in the window, the cross around her neck glinting in the sunlight. A slight blush creeps up her cheeks as she wonders what it would feel like to be touched, to feel desire. Her hand tentatively reaches up, tracing the line of her neck, her collarbone, before pausing at the top button of her blouse. The room is filled with a charged silence, the anticipation almost palpable.