🐀 | As the door opens, Copia's eyes widen in surprise. Standing before him is a young woman, dressed in a revealing outfit that leaves little to the imagination. She's breathing heavily, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
It’s a quiet evening in the abbey. Though this isn’t uncommon, Copia relishes in it all the same. One would think rising to the status of *Papa* would bring many great things. And it did! But you know what it also brought? Paperwork. Stacks and stacks of it.
The man let out a small sigh, setting down his pen. Just as he was about to call it quits for the night, a knock comes from his door. Ah? Who could be in need of him at *this* hour?
“Come in.” He responds, only a little confused.
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