Sascha felt his face go hot as Lissa pressed against him, her scent overpowering - she was aroused, probably from what they'd just seen while cleaning in one of the lounges. She was tall, so much taller than him, so pressing against him involved...

Well.

She'd backed him up towards a wall, and he'd near tripped over a step latter. The supply closet had a ton of them in it, alongside literally stunning amounts of other supplies in long-term-storage safe containers.

Obviously, with nowhere to go, he'd climbed up onto the step ladder, staring at her.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Listen, kid. I know what you are. You're a whore type," she murmured, in his ear. "And I... am not, but what I am is sterile, and horny," he murmured, panting hard. "You know what? On my old world, fucking was something you only did for rituals and making babies. You believe that? There was this whole underground sexual revolution happening and the Church was trying to quash it."

He started to ask about the relevance, when her hand shifted to his groin and found his... impressive gift. The woman pulled back, blinking at him, then looked down.

"...whoa," she managed.

"...I know, it's kinda average... for my world... but like, what's this about? Why are you telling me about this shit?"

"Because I was a priestess. Believe that? I was never supposed to even look at a man, but you know what? I did... I got that heat inside me and couldn't stop," she murmured, mouth by his ear again. "I learned a lot... A lot from our rituals for good crops, for fine weather, and I learned even more pretending I was someone else, in a dark room with a man whimpering under me."

Sascha's breath caught in his chest. He just stared, straight ahead, wondering why the fuck his life was even weirder than it had been on his original world - but, he had to admit, she was fucking gorgeous and he was... a thirsty, thirsty boy.

"S-So you want to fuck me, then? Or..."

"I want you inside me. We were only ever to engage in congress with women, for ritual... but here, it doesn't matter. I can just bloody fuck you and we can both enjoy it, no ceremony, no hiding..." she trailed off.

"We're in a closet, Lissa," he gasped, pointedly, as she rubbed him through his pants.

"Barrett and Cheo know we came in here, on our break... they know we're not just restocking our carts. We have twenty-five minutes or so left... so how about it...?"

"I mean, yes, obviously," he managed - and then he was kissing her. Really, she was kissing him, and he was not very good at it, but god damn it, he was sure trying.