Despite the tingling of her soft flesh, Lucille managed to drift off to sleep, in truth it had been a long few days since she'd left Arcadia and it was quite late, especially for a paladin who rose to say prayers at dawn.  Her sleep was troubled by dreams that night.  Vague images of hard flesh against her body, the remembered thoughts of two gnomes mid rut, an aching desire.  It was all hazy and disconnected as dreams often tend to be.  Yet, the images clung to her mind as she drifted upwards from sleep to wakefulness to find the blankets twisted and wrapped about her body as if she'd thrashed in the night.  She found one hand cupping her mound, middle finger resting lightly between nether lips.  As sleep faded and she realized that she almost embarrassingly pulled her hand upwards.  It was ok, she hadn't been misbehaving, and beside she'd been asleep.  No one could be blamed for actions while sleeping, right?<br/><br/>A glance at the window showed a purple sky lightening by the moment with the coming of dawn.  That set her heart thumping and mind racing.  She'd slept later than she'd expected and dawn was but minutes away!  She would have enough time to wash quickly, dress, and get outside to the city's square in time to greet the dawn's sunlight for prayers.  Or if she hurried as quickly as possible she could just toss on clothing and forgo her arms and armor and make it up the hill to the temple in time for services.  She could also take her time and get to the dawn services when they were already in session, though she doubted her ability to 'sneak' in unnoticed.  A paladin in full armor tended to be rather conspicuous after all.  She knew that in a perfect world she would have woken at least ten minutes earlier and had time to wash, dress, don her armor, and make it to the temple for services.  That would have been the impression she should have made.  But it was too late for that now and every moment that ticked by counted, she should decide quickly.<br/><br/>Of course, some small part of her mind thought, the window did face eastward.  She could lounge about easily and stay in bed for a few more minutes and just greet the sun from the comfort of this small rented room.  Why, she thought deviously, she could even feel the warm dawn rays striking her flesh fully and not just her face if she wanted.  Such thoughts, they were impure!  Weren't they?  Part of her felt like they should be impure thoughts, but they just didn't feel that way, they felt perfectly all right to her.  Ack, the sky was getting lighter still, she had to decide!