A sharp thud resonated.
Amon walked through the Black Church's doors just in time for something soft to crash into his chest.
"Ah…!"
Rita stumbled backward, her bare feet slipping on the smooth floor, and fell onto the cold stone. Her cuffs slammed against the ground, echoing faintly through the church's empty hall.
"Ow…" she whispered with a small, innocent voice.
Amon blinked down at her. She was on the ground, legs sprawled, hair cascading over her shoulders. The moonlight leaking through the broken stained glass caught her skin just enough to give her a faint, ethereal glow. The fact that her hair was violet in color only pushed her appearance further into ethereal territory.
Rita shifted slightly, drawing her legs together and then apart again in a subtle movement. Her thighs brushed against one another, and Amon could peek at her panties through her short dress.
