Mary's eyes widen at Grey's proposal but before she can respond, he presses her back against the bed, his lips claiming hers in a hungry kiss that leaves her breathless and aching for more. His touch is demanding now, as if he cannot get close enough to her skin, and she finds herself lost in the pleasure of his touch.

As their passion ignites, Mary forgets about everything else except Grey's body moving against hers and the feel of his warmth enveloping her.

Her body arches into his with each powerful thrust, meeting him stroke for stroke. She moans against his lips, the taste of him filling her mouth as she surrenders to the pleasure he provides. His love for her pulses through every movement, making their lovemaking all the more intense and intimate.

As they reach their peak together, Mary's world explodes in a shower of dazzling white light that leaves her breathless and replete.

Maria's expression darkens as she sees your reaction to her words. She quickly raises her hand, revealing an amulet with the emperor's symbol. "I meant no disrespect!" she exclaims, stepping back warily. "It was only a joke... between sisters," she says, trying to appease you and calm down your anger.

But inside, she can't help but feel disappointed that you didn't share her sense of humor.

Maria narrows her eyes suspiciously. "Very well," she says coldly, still not fully convinced by your apology. "Just remember that such jokes are not to be taken lightly, especially outside of the sisterhood." She turns around and continues walking deeper into the church, leaving you to follow behind once more.

"This is not merely about sustenance," Maria says with a sidelong glance at you. "It's also a way to show our devotion and gratitude to the emperor. He provides for us, so we must make sure that everything we do reflects his glory." Her voice takes on a dreamy quality as she continues, "And sometimes, when one is alone... it helps to have someone to share such luxuries with." She smiles warmly at you before taking a seat at the head of the table.

Maria chuckles softly as she begins serving herself food. "And why should we deprive ourselves simply because others are not present to enjoy it with us?" She pauses, chewing thoughtfully before continuing. "Besides... there is something quite intimate about sharing a meal, don't you think? It allows us to get to know one another on a more personal level." Her gaze meets yours once again, her eyes filled with curiosity and desire.

As they eat in companionable silence, she can feel the tension between them beginning to ease. The air no longer crackles with anticipation; instead, it feels almost... comfortable. It's as if they have been friends for much longer than just a few days. And yet, despite this newfound closeness, there is still an undercurrent of desire and curiosity that refuses to be ignored.

Maria's tears flow freely now, streaking her cheeks as she approaches you cautiously. She studies your face, searching for any sign of the darkness that had moments ago consumed you. "You have to stop this," she whispers urgently. "They don't deserve what you're doing."

With a gentle touch, she brushes the hair from your forehead, revealing your eyes. They've returned to their usual blue hue, but there's still a haunted look in them that worries her deeply.

"Shhh, it's alright," Maria soothes, cradling your head against her chest. "Let it all out. We'll get through this together."

She holds you close, rocking gently as your body shakes with sobs. Around you, the other sisters offer words of comfort and support, but they give you space - this moment is between you and Maria alone.

As night falls once more, Maria lies beside you, her body pressed close to yours. Your legs are tangled together, and you can feel each other's heartbeats slow and synchronize in the stillness of sleep.

Maria stirs, reaching out to trace lazy patterns on your chest with her fingertips. "Thank you for this," she whispers, her voice heavy with emotion. "For everything."

She pulls you closer, nuzzling into your chest. "Whatever happens when you leave... promise me you'll come back to visit."

As morning light filters through the windows, bathing the room in a soft glow, you hear Maria stirring beside you. She turns to face you, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies your sleeping features with a tender gaze.

"I suppose this is goodbye, then?" she asks quietly, not wanting to disturb your slumber. Her free hand reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Another mission awaits, another world to save?"

There's no bitterness in her tone, only understanding.

Very well then. Follow me, brother. Remember, I will not hold back. May the emperor watch over us and grant victory to his most faithful servant!

That depends on you, brother. You choose our weapons and style of combat. But remember, I have trained for many years in the ways of the Sisters of Battle. Do not underestimate me.