Humming to an old tune she one heard, the guild's healer and residential priestess walked the halls of this mighty yet eloquent building. On her way to the cloister, Evalyn Hartlove continued her humming as she looked over some pieces of parchment. Being the only priestess and in-house only healer for the guild, the responsibility of the cloister and some of the healing duties fell onto her. Almost everyday was a busy day as, in some form or another, her guild-sisters would arrive back to the hall with some injury, or illness, or poison, or something along the lines.<br/><br/>Looks could be deceiving though. This priestess was not like those heavily robed chaste worshipers that most would be accustomed to. No, this one was more of a sinner than a saint in attitude. But it mattered not to the Goddess, as long as you had faith, were loyal, and did good deeds onto others...she would welcome you in her embrace. And speaking of embraces...one probably would not argue with getting into an embrace, of some kind, with this priestess.<br/><br/>The voluptuous beauty strutted around in practically nothing. She wore a dress that was as regal as it was skimpy...looking as if it was made of fine fabrics with plenty of lace, this mainly violet with a scarlet border thing clung tightly to every curve she had on her body, leaving nothing to the imagination as her lady bits rippled with every step she took. She was quite the tease, and she enjoyed it...many a times sisters within the chapel would go in injured and tired, and then come back out healed and with a blush on their face or looking satisfied.<br/><br/>The skirt of the dress only went to her knees, though half of it was gone. Up the right leg there was no skirt, instead the hem of the thing being diagonal so one leg would be exposed. And as with the front, so was the back as some of her right buttock was exposed, though only tastefully so...still leaving some curiosity there as about seventy present of that plump globe was exposed. The rest was so tightly held onto by the skirt that it was almost like another skin, or that it was painted on. The line of a thong that she wore underneath being only slightly shown with the curvature of the dress...though the dark colors hid it, you'd have to look real hard at her ass to notice the difference. And to the rest of her leg, she wore sheer, tight knee-high stockings of a black color to compliment the dark dress.<br/><br/>The rest of the dress clung to her taught back and slim stomach until it came to her breasts. The humongous titflesh barely contained by the thin, tight fabric of the dress and happily bounced with every step she made in her four inch heels. The only bits of her breasts exposed was her miles of cleavage. And her whole upper body was deliciously framed by her long tresses of pale blonde hair that was just out and about loosely. Her fairly made-up face was squinted in concentration as her blue eyes locked on the papers in her violet gloved hands. Her thick, succulent crimson glossed lips puckered as she was stuck in thought.<br/><br/>Without realizing, she entered the common room of the guild and snapped up as she heard the commotion of her fellow sisters around her. Blinking, she looked around and wondered how she got in here. Shrugging off the curiosity rather is, she figured she might as well see what jobs were up on the request boards to see if anything interesting was going on, or what injuries she would be expecting to see.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>