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Because of how close this plane of existence is to the realm of the divine, its greatest servants were brought here as well to see to the administration of priestly duties.

The woman in the robes is a priestess who serves the goddess of sex. Through the empty chapel, she focuses her concentration, for the goddess asks that her followers prepare themselves for any and all supplication and service.

The priestess is a beauty, chosen specifically by the temple to fulfill her most sacred of roles for her training, her upkeep, and her natural perfections. She is a strong woman, well-toned with long and flowing golden locks rolling down her shoulders. She keeps most of her form hidden under her robes because it is when she gives herself to her goddess at the culmination of the festival that she reveals herself.

When the doors open up, the priestess stands, giving her goddess a final bow before she turns to face the newcomer, her hands upon her lap. "Greetings, miss. Are you here for the festivities?"

Kitty Faulker runs her finger along her collar, gulping, but then speaking up. "Yes," she says, biting her lip, her fingers fidgeting at the edges of her white coat. "I think that maybe I've come to the right place. I, uh... need to talk... t... to you, priestess."

The priestess holds a hand out to the side and nods. "Well, then please, come, sit, make yourself comfortable."

Kitty Faulkner does so, sitting down, straightening out her skirt, a shiver running up her spine as she watches the priestess sashay her way behind the long bench.

The priestess rests her hands upon Kitty's shoulders, and the meek woman can feel the warmth of her breasts upon the back of her head. "Tell me all that ails you, my child. Let the goddess of sex help you reconcile your desires and your reality."

"W... well... s... sex is great, right?"

"Mmm hm..."

"The truth is, I really like it, you know? Feeling good, venting my frustrations and all... b... but, I can't, well, I can't c-control myself."

"Is that so? How so, my dear?"

"Well, there's another side of me. She... me... we're the same person, really, but totally different."

"We all have masks that we wear, dear," the priestess says. "That's a part of all of society. We need not fear our masks, for they are part of ourselves, not some beast that we cannot control. And sometimes, those aspects of ourselves are those that we wish to hide from the public as if revealing them would bring judgment. But there's no judgment here, my dear. You are free to be yourself here and in the Carnival."

Faulkner's fingers grip her skirt harder than before. Her head dips down and she trembles. "You... you really mean it?" she asks. "I don't have to hold back here anymore...? I can be me and... and I don't have to worry about anything?"

"Not a thing."

A slow smile spreads across Kitty's lips, the shuddering in her body continues, but not in a nervous rattling. Instead, she practically convulses as a switch is flipped within her. Her shuddering and spasming becomes so hard as to shake the bench she sits upon.

The priestess lets go of her, stumbling back. "By the goddess... What is this? I've never felt such lust in such a little woman..."

"Little woman...?" Kitty asks her skin changing color, her blood pumping faster through her body. As she stands and stomps, cloth shreds, and then explodes free from her as her muscles ripple and her true form is revealed. Rampage roars, throwing her head back, her perfect physique free as she revels in her pure power.

She towers over the priestess, licking her lips and stepping onto the bench in front of her, kicking it aside. "Now, you said I could have and do whatever I want," she says. "Guess what that means, Priestie?"

The priestess shakes her head, waving her arms out in front of her. "W-wait, Miss!"

A large yellow hand grips the woman by her mouth, and Rampage lifts her high up into the air, squeezing her cheeks. She holds her hand upon her waist and tuts her. "Such a puny woman thinks she's the sexiest thing here. Well, if you like your goddess so much, you're gonna love me!"

Rampage keeps a hold of the priestess's mouth. Sounds of muffled shouts vibrate against her palm, but they shall not avail the holy woman. Rampage takes a huge fistful of her cloth and tears it away, revealing that underneath, she wears nothing else.

Rampage curls her fingers and thrusts her fist forward, punching the priestess in the stomach. The woman doubles over, coughing into Rampage's hand, the priestess groans, and Rampage drops her to the ground, stepping over her and snickering. "Oh, we're going to have a lot of fun together," the yellow woman says, and she falls onto the ground on her knees, grabbing the priestess by the legs. She lifts her up, spreading those legs apart and forcing the priestess to lay upon her shoulders, whereupon the yellow Amazon rolls out a long tongue to press against the priestess's folds. She laps and licks, tasting that sweet nectar.

The Priestess groans when she is stuck on the floor, her eyes rolling back when she feels the rough, long tongue of the strong yellow woman. The warm and wriggling muscle slobbers over the woman's long unattended sex, sending the bursts of delight that she had been denying herself up through her body, tingling through every moment of her being.

Standing atop of her, the woman who is giving out those tongue lashings relishes in every quiver of her flesh and the taste of the delightful liquids coming forth from her. She pulls her tongue back, snickering, squeezing the priestess's thighs, and staring down at the compromised woman with triumph in her gaze.

"Damn, girl, you don't know how long I've been waiting to taste a pussy this good. You must really be something special."

The priestess catches her breath, reaching for the ground behind her, attempting to push herself up out of this jackhammer hold. "You are bringing yourself the ire of the goddess of sex and of the entire carnival," she says. "I have been saving myself during this carnal celebration in order to be a sacrifice at the end of the festivities."