Spirited Statue Scrubbing

[Wash] //tooltip: Give her a scrub.
While the gargoyle's gray skin is unnaturally smooth and uniform, you note a few spots where its perfection has been marred. That won't do; you'd like your gargoyle to be as clean as possible, so a good scrubbing seems like it's in order, but you're not sure if this church has the proper amenities.

Looking around, you ask [garg] if there's anywhere here that could be used for washing.

[say:Yes, Master,] she replies, [say:there is a basin over there where one may be cleansed.]

She points a finger in demonstration, and you follow it to a closed door in the back of the cathedral. Taking a peek inside reveals a small room with a circular depression in the middle and an intricate rune set into the back side. An old, mostly faded pattern decorates the walls, but it's too timeworn to liven up the place much.

[Garg] chimes in from behind, [say:That rune allows for the creation of a small amount of pure water each day. It's not much, but it helps with the rituals...] She trails off, looking to the side with an uncertain expression.

In any case, this seems suitable for your purposes. You'd just need to decide how to go about washing her.


[Gently] [Roughly] [Nevermind]

[Nevermind] //tooltip: Return to other matters.
On second thought, you don't see much point in washing her at the moment. You turn your attention back to [garg], who is waiting for your next command with a [if (gargconfidence > 70) {gentle smile|blank look}].


[Gently] //tooltip: Give her the care she deserves.
You beckon the [if (garloli) {little }]girl closer and inform her that you'd like to help her wash up. She gives you a quizzical look, but you persist, telling her that it'll be a pleasant experience for the both of you.

After a [if (confidence < 70) {brief squint of confusion|few moments of contemplation}], [garg] simply says, [say:Alright, Master.] She slips closer and joins you in the room, settling down on the lip of the basin and crossing her [if (garloli) {thin|lithe}] legs. She looks a bit vulnerable sitting there, with her head downturned, but this only causes you to want to get going all the more.

At [garg]'s direction, you pass your hand over the symbol, and a flow of water bursts forth, clear and sparkling. It's almost miraculous, considering what you've seen from most of this land, but you don't let yourself get distracted and instead gently guide the gargoyle over to the source. As the first trickle hits her skin, she shivers a bit, but your calming touch quickly soothes her, and she visibly relaxes.

Her mood only improves when you start to diligently clean her, rubbing her body as soothingly as possible. Water spills over her as you work your [hands] across the supple, unbroken gray of her body, and you feel a mirror of her pleasure as the tender treatment makes her lean back and close her eyes in contentment.

You continue to wash her as best you can, caressing her hair, her shoulders, her arms, her [if (garloli) {blissfully flat|bountiful}] chest, her stomach, everything you can touch. [Garg] simply shivers at your ministrations, staying still as you purify every inch of her body. Your thoughts occasionally stray towards other inclinations, but something about this act is strangely calming, and all else starts to melt away as you clean the [if (garloli) {young|placid}] gargoyle.

After several minutes of this, you think you've gotten everything you can, but you linger awhile anyway, enjoying the feeling of utter relief. This is one of those rare moments where you can simply forget everything else and focus on the present, on how incredibly sumptuous her clean skin is.

Eventually, though, you do really have to leave. The font of water starts to weaken, and you can't find any more blemishes anywhere else, no matter how hard you look, so you straighten up and tell her it's time to go.

[Garg] seems a bit sad, but gives you a smile nonetheless, saying, [say:Thank you, Master. That was quite nice.] As if to underscore her words, she dips her head in deference, looking the very picture of gratitude.

With a warm feeling in your breast, you depart the cathedral and head back towards camp, your thoughts light and gratified.


[Roughly] //tooltip: She's just a statue.
You command the [if (garloli) {young }]girl to present herself before you, and she does so with only slight hesitance. You explain that you will be removing some of the filth from her body, but that you won't be able to do much about her herself. She takes the insult without much of a reaction, but does manage to give you a slight yelp when you grab her arm and jerk her over to the room.

Once there, you promptly swing her towards the basin, into which she tumbles gracelessly. She lies there for a few moments with her face turned away before you command her to get the water started, whereupon she crawls over and passes a hand across the symbol on the wall. A burst of water begins pouring out of the wall, and you don't feel the need to give her much of a warning before you harshly drag her over.

[Garg] looks uncertain, but you're not willing to wait, so you take hold of her head and put it directly under the flow of water, causing her to struggle slightly. You begin roughly scouring her skin in order to rid it of its blemishes, the clean, pure water seeming almost a waste on something as wretched as her.

The gargoyle gasps and sputters as you hold her there under the water, and the look of mingled fear and distress on her face makes you think that she might not be as appreciative as she should be that her [master] is willing to waste time cleaning trash like her. After all, she's nothing more than a toy; you could just as easily discard her as deign to do this, so her behavior is really quite disrespectful.

Still, you see the process through, diligently scrubbing her all over her body. You take special care to forcefully stroke over her [if (garloli) {tiny|vulnerable}] breasts, eliciting a gasp every time you do so. By the time you've gotten rid of all the accumulated dust and grime staining her, [garg] is panting and clenching her fists, not willing to meet your eyes as you gaze at her.

But that's about all you can do; you unceremoniously let the gargoyle go and [if (singleleg) {arise|stand up}]. She falls to the floor, her arms wobbling as she tries to recover from the cleansing. You don't bother to find out how she fares, leaving the cathedral with a sense of satisfaction.