It all starts in a tavern....

A trial of purity, hmm? Given the surroundings, they probably mean virginity. Well, that's me out of contention... unless there's some way I can get past without being fully tested.

Medrakis approaches the priest, making a small, respectful bow before he starts to speak. "Excuse me... I have a few questions about the trial of purity. Do males have to do it as well? And if they do, are there any special rules for their trials? And if someone fails to past the trial, is there any way they could help their fellows in the trials ahead?"
 
"Hmph" Tassyth frowned at the suggestion that they did not have the proper clothing for her. "That is fine. My cloak is plenty fine. As for this 'Trial of Purity' thing, that should be easy for one such as I to succeed. I am as pure as freshly fallen snow." The young dragon sits up on her haunches briefly and adjusts the filthy cloak around her neck proudly before returning her front legs to the ground
 
Sierra emerged from the makeshift changing room feeling somewhat uncomfortable. The robe she wore was near transparent and was so short it barely covered her nether region, but neither of those facts were what troubled her. Rather the garment was never designed for someone with wings, and strapping them down was both timely and painful. Thus she was forced to tuck the neckline of the robe under her wings, halfway down her back. As a result the material didn't rest on her shoulders as it was supposed to and was instead held up by the angel's arms through the sleeves, which she had to keep held up by her prodigious breasts which were now slightly squeezed.

With the flimsy fabric resting precariously over her bosom, Sierra announced to the room. "I am prepared to begin the trials!"
 
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