☀️ Arselia and Akonia

Beata lowers her voice:
“After the first hundred, I kind of lost count… somewhere around five or six hundred.”
“Since our meeting – three hundred and eighty-six,” Gillon added quietly. “And you said there were about a hundred and a half before that. Five hundred and thirty – five hundred and forty, something like that.”
Beata rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement with Gillon’s correction – yes, he was right.

— I have more. — Zorica proudly put her hands on her hips. — That’s why they put me here. You know, I tried to help everyone who came to the Temple. I gave food to the hungry, shelter to the homeless, and… well, myself to those possessed by lust. After all, it’s better this way than if the guys accumulate resentment towards society from the frustration of these needs… But one day, someone reported me, and now I’m here. That’s the story.