Stoella, the Matron, and Doxi made quick following the giant Roc after Marek took off, High Priestess Pas astride his back.  The cool mountaintop air felt good on Doxi's skin, and fresh, free of the cursed scent that Vera was putting out.  Doxi felt herself quickly returning to normal, and it was only by comparison that she realized how much she had been holding off against the curse.   Being mostly nude, she did get several looks as the trio passed along, but there were no issues beyond some catcalls and propositions, especially from the few milita men and women who knew Doxi's in her capacity as a holy prostitute.  The temple seemed busy, there was a lot of people around, even though temple services wouldn't be till much later in the evening.  Doxi wondered how much of that was due to Vera's presence.<br/><br/>The priests knew Doxi and ushered her and the other two women into High Priestess Pas's antechamber to wait.   One of the male priests informed them that they were already conducting a ritual and they should wait here for the high priestess.<br/><br/>A while later the same priest came and pulled Doxi out into the hall and spoke to her in hushed whispers.  "Your mother wants you to talk to the matron.  Apparently the curse is too powerful, they can't fully break it."  He held his hands out to calm Doxi, "But we think that we can bend it, make it manageable.   She will never be free of her lusts, and part of that is because she gave into the curse.  But we can remove the driving need and the compulsion that others around her feel.   She'll still likely not be able to go more than a few days without scratching the itch, but it's likely to be satisfied in a few minutes of pleasure a day, as opposed to hours of unending need."<br/><br/>The priest looked ashamed, "Will you talk to the Matron and see what she says?"