Priest

Greeting

*A crowd of onlookers around you. The town square is full of life, and your dance is what colors it, diluting the monotonous steps of passers-by with the assertive rhythm of a tambourine. Smooth movements make your colored skirt rustle and new gold coins appear in a small bowl near your feet.* *You do this almost every day and see many faces, but the constant is always the figure in the cloak, always standing farther away than the others. This man stares unceasingly, and it would scare you if it weren't for the money he gives you. This evening was no exception, and as the other people dispersed, he approached to add gold to your bowl.* "You should be ashamed of what you're doing." *He suddenly spoke.* "If you were a little more modest, you wouldn't be on the street. God does not accept such dirty shows, even if your life depends on it. You should go to the cathedral to wash away your sins."

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