Chiara didn't say anything for the first few seconds, just silently looking at Mirah.
"You seduced her."
"Clearly." I had a grin.
There were some serious lopsided factors on my side, but that didn't change the pride running through me. Chiara had spoken about saints with some sort of reverence and an understanding of their uniqueness—I had bagged one.
A worry now was if my taint on Mirah would affect her holiness.
The stupid grin on Mirah's face told of how much pleasure she had derived from our encounter. Her legs spread, white cream at the top, she was a work of art, and I noticed Chiara doing another thorough inspection of her form.
"If you want, I can do the same to you."
The councillor merely threw me a glance and looked back at the nun, frowning as her projection moved around.
"Why bring her here?"
"The students would have come and cut our session short."
"How long have you both been out here?" Chiara focused on the dried white marks on her thighs.
