The woman named Mikuru had once been a normal human monk knowing the concepts of restraint and peace within orderly conduct. However the curious artifact that had been started to bring good fortune and enlightenment in the form of a collar that she had been hunting for was actually a composite cursed item. It changed her physically and mentally to suit the host. An item that was laid there by a rival order that thrives on sin and carnal desires. They enjoy passion and lust and in turn so did the collar inflict the same thing upon Mikuru. Changing her attire into an alluring bunny suit and forcing her down the preferred path of the Order of Flesh. The curse forced her into sinful acts and decadence and whilst she had the fortune of avoiding being completely deflowered she had spent many moments indulging a man with her hands and mouth.<br/><br/>It forced her into compromising positions, made her obedient to any idea of lust and worst of all made every sensation of pleasure inflicted upon her feel... better then normal. It was hard to describe but self love turned into a frenzied fit of arousal, and thunderous bliss. She could not get rid of the artifact no matter what she had tried. Even physical damage to the suit meant nothing since it could regenerate upon her body over time. She had to hunt down the Order of Flesh to have a hope of stopping them from doing the same to the rest of her order. There was a wizard within the City of Vertigo. A place that thrived upon trade of all kinds, including other people. Crime was abundant and almost every level of degradation and self inflicted sin could be found if one knew where to look. She now was here at the gates trying to gain access to the city to find someone whom could help lift the curse and find the Order of Flesh's hideaway.