The way the Priestess described it wasn't exactly what Yolande had in mind - she was trying to ensure the students learned the "ritual" to cleanse each other... but it sounded as if they would be learning something different.  Or... she wasn't sure, anymore.  The way the Priestess described it sounded convincing, and... of course, she wouldn't be doing anything that wasn't for their benefit.  So... so... it must be right.  She thanked her, and left.<br/><br/><br/>Back in her suite, in her bed, she was wonderfully asleep, or on the edge of sleeping at least.  She heard Anders enter, and felt his warmth as he slipped under the covers.  Yes, there was the smell of alcohol, but she didn't begrudge him that - it was understandable if he took a little drink.  They both needed something to get past what had happened, of course.  That would have been fine - usually when he had anything to drank, he slept right away... but tonight was different. She felt his mouth brush her neck, then his kiss - and his hand between her legs made her wake right up!  Wake, but...she was lethargic, still drained from what the Priestess had put her through.<br/><br/>"Anders... ohh..." she moaned softly, her very sensitive pussy reacting to his touch ... but she didn't have the strength to do this now.  "Anders, dear, I'm ... I'm really tired.  Really tired.  Maybe in the... morning?"  Her hand went down to push his away from her sex, to make her determination clear.<br/>