As time passes and the priestess waits, her lust begins to escalate. Her cheeks flush a bright red color and she unconsciously adjusts herself beneath her robes, seeking relief from the growing ache between her legs. She can't stop thinking about how amazing it felt when they were together earlier, and the memories only serve to heighten her desire for him.

Her eyes dart around nervously as she listens for any sound that might indicate his return;

Her heart races as she hears footsteps approaching; could it be him? She turns sharply, her eyes wide with anticipation and hope... only to see a group of loud adventurers coming down the corridor, heading towards their room. Her face falls as they pass by without paying any attention to her, leaving her feeling even more alone and abandoned in this foreign place.

The sound of another set of footsteps now approaches from the opposite direction; it must be him!