<strong>Serissa, Apprentice Priestess</strong><br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">Priest-class 5/1/1/5/5</span></strong><br/>[[HP/DEF/BM/SENSE/CM]]<br/><br/>"I haven't slept with a man in months," Serissa complained, idly twirling her long brunette locks as she walked. Her long, white robes covered her slender figure beneath; emerald green eyes peeked out from under the white apprentice robes as she looked around, spying nobody. Her broom dragged on behind her, hanging limply from one hand as she shuffled towards the manyte room.<br/><br/>"Should I tell you why you can't get a date?" Her companion replied, shrouded in the same robes. The two females' voices carried over the air to Bram as they made their way to the hidden passage.<br/><br/>"No," the first girl sighed. "We should take this stupid rock to the stream, or the High Priestess will scold us again."<br/><br/>"You're too obedient, Serissa. Guys like women with a little fire in them. You should be more rebellious once in awhile!"<br/><br/>Serissa waved off her friend's advice, brooding silently under the hood of her robes. She let her hand slowly snake up to her modest chest, hidden under the flowing garments, kneading them softly until her face was flushed. She desperately needed some release; unfortunately, it was near impossible to find a man in her line of work- especially in this city.<br/><br/>As the pair of girls prepared to enter the concealed walkway, a stern voice called out from the way they came.<br/><br/>"We don't need the Manyte for another hour! Take a break until then!" An older woman ordered.<br/><br/>Serissa withdrew her hand from her chest hurriedly, silently celebrating. She looked up, to find her friend already dashing down the road and away from the Chapel, likely to engage in some illegal gambling or flirting with guys at the tavern. She made her way over to a nearby bench, pulling away her hood to reveal her face: petite and framed with beautiful brown hair. She pulled her hair away to reveal her porcelain skin and the soft rosy flush from her earlier play. The wind picked up, prompting a soft squeal from the girl as she shielded herself against the cold gale.<br/><br/>She sighed. Staring into the wall, Serissa contemplated her unlucky life, unaware of her hidden audience.<br/>