As Asher watched Sister Samantha at the chamber pot, he couldn't help but notice the little steam rising from her flow. It had a distinct, arousing smell to it.
Though he wasn't one of those people with a pee fetish, he couldn't help but feel himself get extremely aroused. Especially when he looked up and noticed how shy Sister Samantha was, helplessly trying to close her legs.
'Ah, to introduce someone as pure and clueless as her to sin is a bliss I can't truly get used to,' he thought as he smirked darkly.
'I almost feel like a bad guy here.'
'You are a bad guy, Master,' he heard Rex telepathically tell him from his shadow.
'Really? You don't say.'
"I'm done now, Father," Samantha muttered. "Now you can stop... staring at my privates."
Her voice was low and innocent.
