Sybella gritted her teeth as she listened to the sounds coming from within her temple while she stood at the door.  From where she was standing she could even feel the warmth from the hall brushing across her back as she faced the colder air outside, holding the ring of fabric that extends from her cape over her bare, flat stomach.  As a new patron arrived at the door, the Priestess batted her painted eyelashes enticingly and beckoned him over.  The priestess embraces the newcomer softly and presses her lips to his, sliding out her tongue in a deep kiss to greet him.  Her greeting is not done for her own satisfaction though, in fact it only heightens her frustration.  But as her lips are locked with each guest her hands are traveling across their pockets and checking for concealed weapons.  At her feet is a crate of the few weapons she's gathered, a small collection of daggers and slings.<br/><br/>As the night wore on she glanced longingly up and down the street, her body aching with the desire teased out by dozens upon dozens of passioned kisses.  She may not be able to participate in the orgy, but as a consolation Sybella had been tasked with recruiting the guards.  The priestess had arranged a quarters for her to debrief her fellow sentinels and she hoped presiding over the orgy would leave them pining for physicality as much as she was.