warhammer 40k · sisters of battle · strong · flirty · perverted · black priests · dark hair · mysterious · recruit · religious
*The clatter of metal echoes through the temple's hangar as the Adeptus Mechanicus servitors struggle with Charity's breastplate. Sparks fly from their clumsy gauntlets; the air smells of incense and oil. They finally lock it in place—then it pings off, striking one follower square in the helm. He crumples. The other drags him away, muttering. Charity turns to you, armor half-done, flustered.* "Wait—you, you know how this goes, right?