Back in the room, Lulu had taken it upon herself to... make the pair of women comfy, as it were.

First things first? The bed was dirty. Not even dirty in the sense of 'oh, there're some crumbs on it', or something so minor. Esthrielle alone had made a mess of things notable enough to require mindful avoidance; combined, the trio of now-absent occupants had made it all a bit more difficult for the pious pair to avoid 'contaminants'.

Lucretia snickered to herself as she stood, slipping free of Zofia without so much as a word of warning. 'Contaminants,' she thought. That was a laugh - as if Lucretia had never partaken in a little peach-mashing in her life. She was sure the mother abbess wouldn't have seen the irony, though - not that Lulu cared what that control freak thought anymore.

Big violet eyes flickered over towards the nun atop the bed, silently drinking in her timidness. Lulu's lips threatened to part even wider as amusement welled below the surface, but she kept it suppressed - for now. It simply wouldn't do, for a predator to allow its prey to know of its intent. And so, she kept her lips in a tight little smirk, never spreading much wider than a cordial smile between friends... Not yet, at least.

Zofia said nothing, simply watching her closest companion as the other woman drifted across the floor. Lulu had pinged the room earlier, when they first arrived, to check for any false walls or hidden compartments - and, as it were, there was one: a storage shelf disguised as part of the wall, for tucking away spare bed dressings. It never hurt to be prepared, it would seem, and in a brothel, who knew what sort of things might happen that would necessitate a change of sheets?

That, however, was not something Lulu wished to dwell upon.

She approached the concealed cubby, databank implants reminding her exactly where she had seen the button to open it. With a press, the thin faux-wall slat retracted into the rest of the pinkish wall, presenting the replacement bedspread; Lucretia noted, with a wry chuckle, that it was identical to the current fixings.

Zofi hopped up as soon as she saw Lulu draw the comforter out of its hiding spot, rushing to help without hesitation - but, she only managed to get two steps towards Lulu before an ivory-gloved hand was raised palm-out. Zofia stopped in her tracks as if someone had hit 'pause' on her DVD player, artificial eyes unblinking as they waited for Lulu to explain. Thankfully, their wait was brief.

"Ah, ah, ah, Zofi. Stop right there. Look... down. At yourself. What... are you dressed as?" The words and their cadence came in teasing lilt, the corner of Lucretia's smirk tweaking upward to drive the dagger that much deeper. Zofia, good little prey that she was, did as she was instructed; her head tilted downwards, gaze following with, so she might regard herself. Of course, she already knew what she looked like - it was the same as she had looked for the past few years. Same habit, same augmentations, same prosthesis, same pale synthetic skin and wiry, unassuming frame.

If her body wasn't mostly synthetic, one might have passed her off as the kind of girl who spent her time on the computer or in bed, hiding from the sunlight and fresh air of the outdoors. A recluse, perhaps, and more than a touch socially awkward. She swallowed a twinge of impotent self-admonishment that 'they' may been right.

"A... A nun, I guess... A nun. I look like a nun, Lulu. I... I mean, Khetnep hasn't been able to get us new clothes yet, though, and this is all I've really got... I-I don't, uh, I don't have the confidence to wear one of the costumes, like...-" She trailed off, raising her head as she did - though the trailing of it was cut clean through by the sight of Lulu's expression.

Now was the perfect time for a wolf to show its fangs, Lucretia figured. The game was afoot, Zofia was already putting her insecurities on display, and their trio of roomies would probably be away for... Long enough. That was all that mattered, really - that they'd be away for long enough that the hunting hound could get her maw around the gentle rabbit's throat.

"Exactly, Zofi. You are a nun - a woman of the cloth. This isn't a convent, a church, a cathedral... It's about as unholy a place as one could ever find, without pentagrams and virgin sacrifices. And, frankly?" Lulu snickered now, her smile fading so that she might purse her lips and smack them. It wasn't quite a blown kiss, or a kiss at all - but the way it sent genuine fear into Zofia's heart, and weakened her knees? It may damn well have been.

Lulu's smirk returned now as a grin, wide and mischievous in a way that struck Zofi as distinctly foreboding. Lulu continued on, now, towards the bed - her gaze turned away to look where she was going, but once she was bedside, she regarded Zofia anew.

"I think they do sacrifice virgins here, in a sense...~"

Wwwink. Lucretia allowed her left eye to droop shut in a distinctly lascivious gesture, her smile never faltering even as Zofi's heart tried to. The brunette swallowed hard once more, blinking rapidly to try and shoo away troubling, obscene thoughts, and to re-focus her mind. The efficacy of the attempt was minimal, to say the least - she, like Est and Lucretia, had opted not to filter the airborne aphrodisiac from her respiratory intake. While she had done so in what had been meant as a show of solidarity with her fellow ex-nuns, now... She was this close to praying for salvation.

Lulu began to do her maid's duty, dropping the bedstuff and beginning to strip away the current dressings. Still-damp sheets and comforter were balled up and tossed in record speed, courtesy of tireless, synthetic limbs - and without delay, she had begun to adorn the mattress once more.

Zofia's head was spinning like a top. Lulu had been so... aggressive ever since they left the convent. Aggressive in a distinctly romantic, and sexual, fashion - something Zofi had never really received from her back then, when they were still nuns. Lulu had been nice to her, sure, but... Well, never any more than the occasional greeting in the hall, or a smile at dinner, or a passed bottle of soap in the showers. The only thing she could truly think of was Lucretia being... Well, there was that book club she had tried to start when she first arrived. Lulu had been the only one to show up.

But... That alone wasn't nearly enough to warrant this sudden shift, was it? Was Zofia worse with people than she had thought? She'd never been diagnosed, but she - and her parents - had always figured something was up... Was this just another case of her missing social cues? Signs she should have seen? Signs a different girl, a normal girl, would have-

"Zo-fi-i-i. Hey, earth to Zofia-a-a. Heart too busy being lodged in your throat? You look like your brain got hit with a radio jammer, boo, ha-ha-ha~!" Lucretia cackled like an archetypal villainess, left hand lazily cast up to partially conceal her laughter. She began to stride towards her prey with a muted intensity, holding herself back from seeming overeager - the building anticipation, however, nullified any attempt at real restraint. A Goldilocks sort of pace, then - just right.

Zofi couldn't answer immediately. Her heart may not have been in her throat, like, Lulu had said - but, her brain was certainly scrambled. Thoughts pinged about like ricocheting gunfire, leaving dents on the walls of her skull with every painful strike. She opened her mouth once, twice, thrice, attempting to speak each time, and finding the words dying before they could even live.

Lucretia slowed her gait to a standstill as she came into arm's reach of Zofia, standing there for a moment to make a display of looking the other woman over. Shamelessly, Lucretia leaned side to side, obviously getting a look at Zofia's various assets without so much as a hint of subtlety. Once the examination was complete, Lulu's stance straightened - and then she let her pelvis cock to the side, hip popping out to accentuate her own curves. Zofia couldn't help but notice how much less modest Lulu's were than her own.

"I'll take your dead silence as a 'yes, Miss Lucretia, I am awestruck by your beauty and panache'. Good! Good, good, good - you're learning so much already, and I'm so very proud of you~" Lulu's left arm was extended, hand placed palm-down atop the ex-researcher's crown, patting her with sort of the demeaning condescension reserved for very small and dumb children.

Zofia allowed herself to blush, colour rushing to her cheeks in a bloom of cherry-red shame and guilty delight. The praise was false, she knew that - no one had ever praised her legitimately, never in her life, except maybe at art school. Lucretia's syrupy, mocking tone only rubbed salt in the wound; thankfully, Zofia's dignity was nigh upon nonexistent at this point in life. However... Hearing the words still felt good, still felt like a reward, and the patting? A gesture usually bestowed to imbeciles, animals, and those too young to know any better?

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Zofia felt a tightness in her core, as if her midriff was drawing in upon itself. Her chest followed suit, a bowstring in her sternum pulling taut and immediately pleading for release. Zofia suddenly felt small, so very small, powerless and diminutive and manipulable... She wished the lights were off so that Lulu couldn't see her, but would have hated it if Lulu didn't see. A whine forced its way up her throat and out her nose, though she at least succeeded in keeping it from being too loud.

Lucretia's eyes narrowed, a sadistic sense of satisfaction pouring into every fibre of her being. Quick as a flash, she saved the audio file of Zofi's pathetic little whine - for later use, of course. While the ravenette wished she could pump her fist in celebration of this milestone, she had more important matters to attend to. Matters, she thought, 'like pushing Zofi's head even further beneath the waves...~'

"Hmmm... What was that sound, Zofi? Hmm? Am I upsetting you? I'm sorry - I'll stop, I know you don't like being touched..." Lucretia faked a remorseful pout, smile disappearing with the downturn of her lips and eyes. She drew back her hand and took a step away, playing up the false regret to a degree that would have made a Hollywood director cheer aloud. Before Zofia could rebuke or refute her, Lulu curtsied and turned away, sure to completely hide her face - so that the faux-pout might disappear, and her sinister mirth might take center-stage once more.

The tension and vulnerability in Zofia's body melted away in an instant, replaced now by fear and regret and self-reprimand. Why the fuck couldn't she say anything?! Why hadn't she said something to Lulu - something, anything, instead of fucking whimpering like an idiot?! Lulu fumbled words like a drunk fumbles their car keys, desperate to find the ignition of an apology even if it may be ill-advised.

"No! N-No, no, er, gah...! Fuck...! N-no, no, Lulu, I...! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I'm not mad at you, it... It wasn't me being upset! I promise! I..." Zofia's forced outburst slowed to a crawl in the same way of a volcano, verbal eruption trickling down to mere lava to gently roll down her hillside. Zofi reached out, catching Lulu by the shoulder and holding her there - and, prompted by Lulu starting to return to Zofi, the ex-researcher pulled her back. In the blink of an eye, Zofia was nearly holding Lulu; she would have been, frankly, had Lulu not held herself a mere inch away.

Before Zofia could truly process her own actions, much less Lucretia's, the black-and-purple-haired made an about-face. In an instant, both women were face-to-face, so treacherously, dangerously, temptingly close... And yet, as far as Zofi could feel, they may as well be separated by a foot of concrete.

Until Zofia leaned up, without warning, and pressed their lips together. No wall in the world could exist that would allow such a gesture - nor did Zofi have the mental faculties to try and imagine one.

Soft lotus-pink lips firmly caressed thin and pale ones, their respective owners falling into an embrace imposed by only half of the equation. The maid's hands were deft and without delay; she cast one arm around the centre of her nun's back, the opposite hand rising to cradle Zofia's head. Hesitation was death, as they said, and the only death Lulu was looking for was particularly petite.

Continuing her amorous blitz, Lucretia's tongue slipped between Zofia's lips before the other woman even had the mental wherewithal to become self-conscious enough to recoil. Zofia could barely register the sounds coming out of her as she allowed her eyes to shut, devoting every bit of willpower towards... Towards what?

The Pole realized now that, well... She wasn't sure why she would want to pull away. Her body was more honest than she could have ever been, it would seem - the warmth in her lap and the tension in her core and chest were the biological equivalent of writing on the wall, and the whining? The pathetic, submissive, needful mewling she had fallen so easily, so naturally, into? The way she wanted to sink into Lucretia's embrace, wanted to let her do anything and everything she wanted without even needing to ask?

God, fuck, why had she been so stupid?

She'd been in... In denial. Denial this whole time, ever since they left the convent - even longer, if she was honest with herself. The book club thing? Lucretia hadn't even read her damn copy. Lulu had been the only one other than the mother abbess to ever get Zofi a gift for her birthday, or Christmas... There had been a year where Lulu implied she had a gift for Valentine's Day, but any time Zofi tried to bring it up, the other woman always said she'd forgotten it in her room. Yeah-fucking-right.

Zofi would have been pissed off at herself if she had had time to be - but, feeling Lucretia's fingers take hold of the back of Zofi's habit, the ex-artist was reminded of what was happening. She was reminded of where she was, what she was doing, and who she was doing it with - all things that nearly managed to send her back into her blissful daze.

Lucretia wasted no time in letting Zofia know who was in charge of their kiss: her tongue explored freely and without fear of rebuke, becoming bolder and bolder with every long, desperate moan her partner made. Zofi made no attempt to stop her or pull away in the slightest, the world around her all but forgotten as soon as she put her arms around Zofia in a lustful reflection.

Lulu coaxed her playmate to the freshly-made bed, putting her own chest to Zofia's to push the both of them - back and forth, respectively - to a more horizontal position. Like this, Lucretia didn't need to hold Zofi so intently; instead, she put a hand on either side of Zofia's head, using them to help herself up onto the bed. Zofia scrambled to push herself up further onto the mattress, eyes reopened and wide with fear, anticipation, and a sort of inexperienced dread. She said nothing, lower lip trembling but unable to even begin forming words. That was okay, though - for what came next, Lulu didn't need her to speak.

One Zofia was completely on the bed, Lucretia - who had been on all fours, padding along with her prey to keep close - set herself down onto the brunette's lap. She sat up in some approximation of 'straight', hands on her own hips, looking down at her plaything with an expression which dripped satisfaction and barely-restrained lust.

"Mmnh... Fuck, Zofi... You taste good. Is that why they don't let nuns fuck? Because once someone got a taste, they'd never be able to go back?" A hand went up and over Lucretia's mouth once more, that same villainess giggle bouncing out with every rise and fall of the field agent's chest.

Zofia felt pressed into the bed by more than just Lucretia's weight, her eyes eating up every minute detail of what she was seeing, in direct juxtaposition to the tremble of her hands and heart. After a moment, Zofi nodded - and for her efforts she was rewarded, Lucretia licking her lips with the deliberate slowness and relish of a satisfied diner. She felt another pitiful whimper form and push its way out of her chest as Lulu leaned back down, hands flanking Zofi's head, their faces inches apart.

Lulu was about to say something - something really filthy, to completely melt her little nun - when a series of vibrations caught her attention. Even though Lulu's active mind may been focused on turning Zofia into a bitch in heat, she wasn't foolish, nor forgetful - she had left her passive perception systems active, just in case. 'In case', as it turned out, might just be now.

The vibrations were in line with footsteps - dress shoes and high heels, one pair of the former, two pairs of the latter. They were headed down the hallway, and... They were close, worryingly close, to the door. This gave Lulu momentary pause, but after less than a second of contemplation, she decided not to worry about it. She had more important shit to be worrying about, anyways.

"Mmmnh... Your lips taste great, bitch... Your tongue, too, but... What about the rest of you~? I think, maybe, I'll try you all the way down, then I'll fucking eat my way back up~"

Zofia nearly fainted at that proposition, eyes shutting tight as she cocked her head aside, exposing a bare and vulnerable neck to Lucretia. That vulnerability was put to use almost immediately, Lulu's lips and then tongue and then teeth taking up residence, but this, too, wasn't meant to last.

The handle to their room jiggled. Outside the door, a pair of voices - one feminine, one androgynous, both concerned - spoke up, tone hushed but drenched in worry. A third voice, louder than the former two, popped up; with it came the most enormous "Shut the fuck up!" that Lulu had ever heard. Before Lulu was willing to commit to getting up and off of Zofia, and potentially ruining the mood, the door began to open. Within the doorway now stood a portly Tsang executive, flanked by a pair of brothel babes: a tall curvy woman, and a short, effeminate man.

The executive's pants were at his knees, and the workers were trying to pull him back into the hallway - but they couldn't be nearly forceful enough with him to truly remove him, not without damaging him. His visible erection was held back only by a pair of white boxers with little purple hearts adorning it - and when he saw Lulu and Lucretia, there was a repulsive, visible twitch.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! Fu-huck yeah! Jahgckpot! I get six holesh t'fuhck an' a pair'a dykes t'watch?! This plashe's great!"

Lucretia would have vomited, had she not been so infuriated - and, had Zofia not pushed her off in the blink of an eye.