So here she was, outside his door.

Jenny had been to Father Sinclair's chambers before, during her time as a novice - mostly to deliver notes or other such chores that were suitable for a novice. Despite being such a senior member of the Order, his chambers were surprisingly plain, almost spartan. All she had seen was his office, but that gave the impression of a man who was unconcerned with the trappings of power and seniority. Presumably there was a bedroom as well, and Jenny found her mind wandering as she imagined him picking her up in his powerful arms and carrying her there, tonight. With a quick shake of her head, she banished such foolish notions - although she wasn't able to empty her mind of them completely.

Now that she was here, Jenny found her courage failing her. She'd been thinking of this moment all day, especially while preparing herself tonight. She still wasn't very skilled at makeup, but with the help of her best friend Claire, now known as Sister Modesty, she had re-created her appearance from the second half of her initiation - dark, sultry eyes and lips shining wetly like fresh blood. She would show Father Sinclair, as clearly as she knew how, that she was his to use however he wished.

Quickly, before her tightly-wound courage deserted her, Jenny shrugged off her robe and kicked off her sandals. The cold air washed over her, raising goosebumps on her skin, although it wasn't just the temperature that made her nipples harden. She had decided to go before Father Sinclair naked, wearing nothing but the collar and leash he had put on her that night, so that as soon as he saw her he would know she was his slave, now and forever.

Trembling with excitement and with cold, Jenny knocked on the heavy wooden door of Father Sinclair's chambers.

"Enter."

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The first thing Jenny noticed as she stepped through the door was the wash of heat from the logs burning merrily in the fireplace. Even though she had only taken off her robe a moment ago, the bitter coldness of the corridor had seemed to drain the heat from her, and the warm air in Father Sinclair's office was like a caress, soothing every inch of her naked body.

Father Sinclair was sitting behind his desk. Just the sight of him made Jenny melt inside. As always, his eyes captivated her - impossibly blue, and with an undefinable something that made it seem as if he was peering into the very depths of her soul. For the briefest of instants, Jenny thought she saw an answering affection in his eyes - a twin to the desperate yearning in her heart. Then his eyes widened in surprise as he took in her nakedness, his gaze travelling the length of her body, pausing at her throat for a moment when he noticed the collar, and the leash whose chain glinted in the light of the fire as it dangled between her breasts.

Jenny felt something spring to life inside her as Father Sinclair studied her body - a banked ember springing into flame once more now that she was finally back in his presence after what felt like an eternity. The look of approval on his face warmed her from the inside, and was that a flicker of desire she saw?

A small smile quirked Father Sinclair's lips, a mischievous gleam of amusement sparking to light in those piercing blue eyes.

"Precisely on time, Jenny. I expected nothing less of course. Your Excellency, allow me to present to you Sister Meretrix, the newest Sister of our humble Order, and a truly exceptional girl as you can see. Jenny, this is Bishop Carmichael."