A brunette-haired lady knelt before the altar where a statue of a man holding a judgment scale in one hand stood tall, a sun of seven rays blazing behind him in carved stone.
At the foot of the stairs stood a lady with blonde hair draped over her shoulders and down her back, her breasts so massive they seemed like two mountains that had lost the purpose bestowed upon them by nature and rediscovered it on her chest.
She wore a blindfold but was exceptionally charming all the same.
Beyond her knelt a group of people, all of them donned in white and crystal blue armor, each set elegantly carved, with pale blue cloaks that flowed behind them.
In the front line stood a boy with short brown hair, a lady with brunette hair, and a young girl with crimson hair. The girl's armor was noticeably lighter than the rest, cut to reveal her waistline and even her breastline, though granted, those breasts were almost non-existent.
