A single trickle of warm liquid made it down along Vera’s thigh, but stopped well before reaching out from under the hem. She could’ve easily figured out it was the tree that the dwarf was tracing, but somehow she’d forgotten all about it when Hilda withdrew the finger.<br/><br/>“Mm—hmm,” was all that Vera managed to squeal in response to the dwarf’s comment, and wasn’t quite sure what had gotten into her. Vera wasn’t normally this tense. Maybe it was the fact that the woman was a priestess, or maybe that she was a dwarf. Two firsts at once. Ah, priestesses… Vera had never associated anything sensual with them, and now it was all mixing up in her head. Sister Caroline with her robe off? Vera let out a constrained moan at the thought, and the pressure at the front of her shirt grew stronger.<br/><br/>“Oh!” she gasped in brief surprise as the hem was shifted up a little. Would the priestess notice the trickle?<i>Oh no, she’s going to pick a tattoo!</i>The finger, however, brushed on the other thigh, but while Vera expected to get a sense of relief from it, the sensitive touch instead made her gasp for air. At least Vera would have a bit more time to prepare before the priestess found out that she was already wet. Had it been anyone else than a servant of the Holy Light, she would’ve felt no embarrassment whatsoever, yet as another trickle began its flow, Vera’s face flushed scarlet and she squealed quietly through her closed lips.<br/><br/>Completely unaware that Hilda had already taken a peek, Vera silently prepared for the moment of full exposure. Under the hem, a bit further up than was already bare, the thick thighs pressed tightly together were already soaking wet. Even just with a quick look, one would instantly spot the dripping wet flesh between her dark-pink labia that were slightly parted at the front, even with her legs fully closed.<br/><br/>With further observation, one would notice how her condition stretched the skin tightly over her puffy mons, and how the sensitive bits of her vagina had slightly extruded into clear view. There was no pubic hair anywhere, and all of the skin surrounding the inner flesh was fully covered with tattoos more abstract and smoother shaped than elsewhere on the body. The clitoral hood, however, was inkless—the color of her actual skin tinted with a healthy shade of pink—and was stretched over the erect clitoris that shyly peeked out of its shelter. On the hood, there were two white-golden studs: one at the middle, and one right above the clit.<br/><br/><i>Keep it together,</i>Vera told herself, and focused hard on the game. With great effort, she parted her lips and managed to speak with much less clarity than before, “That’s the… river? Wait, there’s no river… the stairway? Ah, no, what am I saying?  You’re close. Very close…”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>