"It is an honor to travel with you, Saintess Monica."
At the foot of a mountain near the tundra in the Cartel Mountains, a graceful brunette woman stood before a neatly lined-up group of Temple Knights, listening to the captain's report.
Although in this frigid wilderness, Monica, attending as the Saintess of Light, still wore her full clerical attire, a translucent, pure-white veil draped over her rounded, delicate shoulders, underneath which clung a skin-tight white robe. The lace-trimmed fabric gently hugs her full, supple curves, accentuating the woman's shapely figure.
Below, her long, voluptuous legs were sheathed in white thigh-high stockings. Silver-patterned bands encircled her upper thighs like ornamental rings, creating subtle visual contours. Her feet were clad in sleek black stilettos, with fine crisscrossed straps securing them around the ankles.
