As Tashiel undressed the priest unscrewed the vial and began to rub the oil between his fingers, coating them with a good quantity of the substance. He did not take his eyes from the lovely sight before him, however; having no need to divert any of his focus to such a routine task.<br/><br/>"I can see why the dungeon gives you so much trouble, my dear." the priest laughed again, once more the gentle and honest laugh Tashiel was already family with, "Your figure is enough to tempt any not pure of mind, and the dungeon's mind is as impure as they come. You should have come to me sooner, and you will need to again in the future, should this not suffice."<br/><br/>Having said that the priest strode toward Tashiel, advising her to stay still as he moved behind her.<br/><br/>Without warning Tashiel felt the slick hands of the priest each grab hold of one of her breasts, oily fingers massaging her delightful orbs. Confusion and bewilderment were plenty, but it clear that the priest's intent was to work the oils into her skin, not merely grope her or try to elicit as much of a reaction as possible. At least, that was what made the most sense given the context.<br/><br/>"This blessed oil will make you more resilent to the unique threats the dungeon poses to one such as yourself," the priest explained, his own body pushing up against Tashiel's from behind, "And it should ward off the worst of the attacks entirely."<br/><br/>His hands moved over every bit of Tashiel's pale mounds, coating her chest with the substance and working it into her skin, and leaving her breasts glistening with the oil.<br/><br/>At last it was over, leaving Tashiel a little flustered, and the priest went over to a pail of water with which to wash his hands of the remaining oil.<br/><br/>"Now, you'll need to find yourself some proper clothing." the priest called, not bothering to look over at the elf as he rinsed his hands, "you may take something from our stocks, though we may require some compensation later should it be left in a damaged condition, or there is a store just down the street you could buy from, merely wearing something from here so that you can get to the shop and back."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hypersensitivity Check of course, and she now has a Minor Curse of Slutty Dresser which will no doubt influence whatever clothing she picks, heheheh. Choose whatever kind of clothing you'd like for her of course.</div></div>