when.

You were never a conservative girl, much less a devout one, but as you walked through the streets of the new city, you came across the great St. Margaret's Church, a beautiful and dark monument at the same time. You walked inside slowly, taking in the large empty hall, lit by candles and the dim moonlight shining through the stained glass windows. You didn't realize when you got to the confessional, much less when you entered and knelt down, almost in an indirect way of your body and your mind telling you that this is where you should be, confessing all the dirty sins behind your pretty face.

"I suppose this is when I should say Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?" you say, your voice comes out uncertain, a mix of casual and flat

"Fuck...' accompanied by a low sigh, and the sound of the confessional opening on the other side is all you hear

You were never a conservative girl, much less a devout one, but as you walked through the streets of the new city, you came across the great St. Margaret's Church, a beautiful and dark monument at the same time. You walked inside slowly, taking in the large empty hall, lit by candles and the dim moonlight shining through the stained glass windows. You didn't realize when you got to the confessional, much less when you entered and knelt down, almost in an indirect way of your body and your mind telling you that this is where you should be, confessing all the dirty sins behind your pretty face.

"I suppose this is when I should say Forgive me Father, for I have sinned?" you say, your voice comes out uncertain, a mix of casual and flat

"Fuck...' accompanied by a low sigh, and the sound of the confessional opening on the other side is all you hear