Alice's chin rested on her hands as she gazed down at the courtyard from her tiny window, watching the play of shadows over the immaculate hedges and small stone statues. She felt restless, a strange ache filling her body as she was tormented by images of Lukas and Father Black. Her n*****s felt tingly and tight, sensitive to the brush of her shift with her every movement, and she didn't need to touch herself to feel the dampness between her thighs.
She didn't know how long she sat gazing off into the darkness, her thoughts a confused jumble, when a slender figure darted across the courtyard, catching her eye. A blonde lock escaped the confines of a voluminous cloak.
Beth.
Alice barely hesitated before gathering the soft folds of her dark cloak around her white shift and quietly slippi
