#CODE;ENGLISH;FRENCH;GERMAN;;SPANISH;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_work_whore;Serve in a House of Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_work_whore_desc;Take a shift in a House of Mercy. Catholic men only. You set the pace. You decide how he finishes.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_visit_brothel;Visit a House of Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_visit_brothel_desc;Pay a sister of the Order for sacred charity. Matthew 7:6 holds. The pearls stay inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_not_working;You are not already serving a guest tonight.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.continue;Continue...;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.700.desc;The House of Mercy is already warm. Rose oil, candle-smoke, wet stone, and the smell of sex hang in the corridor. I am the sister on duty. The harness lifts my breasts and leaves the nipples bare. The rings through the piercings catch the lamps. The crotch strap frames my cunt and does not cover it. Stockings stop where a mouth is meant to go.\n\n[ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] is the Catholic the door accepted. He is already hard. He stares at the rings first, then at the open slit between the straps. I put his back to the painted wall outside the chamber, open his clothes, and take his cock in my hand. It is hot and heavy. I stroke him until he leaks on my fingers, then I lick that off in front of him.\n\nI drop to my knees and take the head into my mouth. Just the head. Tongue flat. Slow. My hand works the rest of the shaft. When his hips twitch I pull off, spit on my lip, and put his fingers on a nipple-ring so he feels the weight of it.\n\nHe is baptized. That is why he gets more. I can take him into the chamber, under Magdalene and the cross, or I can keep him against the yard wall.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.700.inside;Take him to the chamber;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.700.outside;Take him to the yard;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.701.desc;The chamber door shuts on [ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName]. Lamps. Linen. A crucifix over the bed. Magdalene on the wall with the jar in her hands, watching the work she named. Rose petals on the sheet. Holy water in a bowl by the basin, as if this were still only washing.\n\nThe harness already has me presented. Breasts out. Rings seated in the piercings. Cunt bare between the straps and already wet. I push him onto the bed, kneel between his thighs under the cross, and take his cock into my mouth.\n\nI suck him down until my lips meet his body. Spit runs into my fist and over his balls. The rings knock my breasts against his thighs when I move. I work the shaft with my hand and the head with my tongue, then I take him into my throat and hold him there until his hips twitch. When he grabs for the harness I pin his wrists and pull off. A string of spit still joins my lip to his cock.\n\nI slap the wet head against my tongue, then against a ringed nipple, then I sink my mouth back down. Slow. Filthy. In no hurry. I let him feel my throat. I let him hear how wet I am when I pull off to breathe. I drag my tongue up the underside and take him again until his thighs shake.\n\nHe does not get inside me yet. He gets my mouth until I say otherwise.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.702.desc;I climb onto [ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] and sink onto his cock in one long drop. The crotch ring sits against my clit as he fills me. I stay seated on him, dripping down his balls onto consecrated linen, and roll my hips until he hits the spot that makes my thighs shake. Then I ride him. The bed slams the wall under the crucifix. My ringed breasts bounce in his face. I grab his hair and make him watch my cunt take every inch between the straps, with Magdalene still on the plaster above us.\n\nWhen I want it deeper I get off him, turn, chest to the mattress, and push back onto his cock. He grips the harness at my hips and fucks me properly. Wet slaps. His belly on my ass. His cock dragging my wet down the stockings. I rub my clit against the iron ring while he drives in. I am loud. He is worse. The lamps shake.\n\nI push back to meet him. I squeeze when he bottoms out. I tell him to look at what the Order left uncovered in a room that still has a font-bowl by the door. His rhythm breaks. He starts to chase the end. He is going to spend and he thinks that choice is his.\n\nIt is not. He is still buried in me only because I have not pulled off. The next word out of my mouth decides whether he comes in my cunt, on my skin, or not at all.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.703.desc;[ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] is shaking, buried in my cunt, cock twitching against the spot that keeps me clenching. The harness holds my breasts off the bed. The rings tap the sheet when I breathe. The crucifix does not look away. One more thrust and he will come. I can feel the swell of it. His breath is wrecked against my back. His hands are locked on the hip-straps as if that will decide anything.\n\nI can shove him backward off me now. Cock wet. Balls tight. No climax. Chamber door shut on him and the House finished with his need. I can lock my legs around him, squeeze down the whole length, and tell him to spend in me until I feel it fill me and run out around the crotch ring onto the linen. Or I can pull that slick cock out of my cunt, wrap my fist around it, and order him to finish on my belly, my breasts, and the metal already through my nipples.\n\nI keep him inside me while I decide, just to feel him twitch. He begs without words. I do not hurry. The fee changes with the ending. The rule does not. He is baptized. I am still the sister. I choose.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.703.reject;Put him out. He does not get to finish;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.703.inside;Keep him in me. Tell him to finish inside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.703.outside;Pull off. Tell him to finish outside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.710.desc;The yard behind the House is cold and close. [ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] follows with his cloak already open. There is no crucifix here. No Magdalene. No linen. Only stone, the harness, and the risk of a pious fool in the lane.\n\nI put my back to the wall. The crotch strap already leaves me bare. I take his cock in my hand and stroke him until he is wet enough to use. Then I drop to my knees on the dirty stone and take the head into my mouth. Cold air on my ringed breasts. His fist in the hip-straps. I suck him sloppy and fast, spit running down my chin, because outside work that starts slow gets interrupted.\n\nWhen he is hard enough to hurt I stand, turn, and put his hand on the iron ring at my cunt so he feels how open I already am.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.711.desc;He lifts me. I lock my legs around [ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] and take his cock in with a sound I bite off against his shoulder. The wall scrapes my back. The rings knock his chest. There is no mattress to hide in and no saint on the plaster to dress it. Every uneven thrust drags my wet down the stockings and over the brick.\n\nWhen he hits the angle that makes my cunt seize I dig my heels in and pull him deeper. I rub my clit on the iron ring while he fucks me. He can pretend he is taking me in an alley. I am the one setting the depth. I squeeze when he bottoms out and make him look at the slit the strap does not cover.\n\nHis rhythm breaks against the wall the same way it breaks on a bed. He is close. He thinks the stone means the ending is his.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.712.desc;[ggsm_brothel_client.GetFirstName] is buried in me against the wall, shaking, cock twitching in a cunt that is already dripping down the brick. The harness holds my breasts against his chest. The rings catch on his cloak. One more thrust and he will cum.\n\nI can push him off me now. Cock wet. Night air on both of us. No climax. I can lock my legs, keep every inch of him inside, and tell him to finish in me until I feel it run out around the crotch strap and down the stocking. Or I can lift off that slick cock, fist it between our bellies, and order him to cum on my skin and the metal through my nipples.\n\nThe yard is cheaper than the chamber. The rule is not. He is baptized. I am still the sister. I choose.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.712.reject;Put him off. He does not get to finish;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.712.inside;Keep him in me. Tell him to finish inside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.712.outside;Tell him to pull out and finish outside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.720.desc;The House of Mercy sits behind a door that does not advertise. Rose oil and sex come out into the street anyway. I came here to buy. I am baptized. That is the only reason the sister on the step looks at me instead of shutting the latch.\n\n[ggsm_whore.GetFirstName] is already dressed for office. Black harness lifts her breasts and leaves them bare. Rings sit in the piercings through both nipples and tug when she breathes. A chain lies across her sternum. The crotch strap frames her cunt and does not cover it. I can see the slit, already wet. Stockings stop where a mouth is meant to go. A choker holds one ring at her throat. Leather cuffs rest on her wrists.\n\nBehind her: lamps, linen, a crucifix over a bed, Magdalene with the jar painted where a man will have to see her while he cums. This is not a stall. Matthew 7:6 is the fence. I am inside it.\n\nShe looks at my purse first. Then my mouth. Then my cock. The nipple-rings knock when she shifts. I can pay and let her take me into that chamber, or I can walk back into the street still hard.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.720.a;Pay. Follow her in;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.720.d;Leave the House;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.721.desc;[From.GetFirstName] paid for my cunt, not for the ending. He is in me now, in the chamber, linen already ruined, crucifix over the bed, Magdalene on the wall. The harness holds my breasts off his chest. The crotch ring sits on my clit. His cock is swollen and close. I can feel the twitch that means he thinks the last word is his.\n\nIt is not. The House does not leave the ending to a man's assumption. I keep him buried while I decide, just to feel him strain. I can lock my legs, squeeze the whole length of him, and tell him to cum in me until I feel it fill me and run out around the strap onto consecrated cloth. Or I can lift off him, fist that slick cock, and order him to finish on my belly, my breasts, and the rings already through my nipples.\n\nHe will hear it while he is still inside the office he bought. What he does with it is how the Church will know him.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.721.a;Keep him in me. Tell him to finish inside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.721.b;Tell him to pull out and finish outside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.722.inside.desc;[From.GetFirstName] does not let me guess. She is still astride me in the chamber, harness open, rings knocking my chest, her cunt clenched around the base of my cock. The crucifix is over her shoulder. Magdalene is on the wall. She keeps me in to the root and says it plainly: cum in her. Fill her. Do not take the ending away.\n\nI can feel how close I am. One thrust and I will do exactly what she named. I can also pull out of that wet heat and cum on the harness instead, against the word she just gave me. Or I can stop, still hard, and leave the chamber unfinished.\n\nShe is waiting on my cock. The Order is waiting on my obedience.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.722.outside.desc;[From.GetFirstName] lifts enough that I feel the air on the wet length of me, then holds me there with the harness. Her cunt is still open on the head of my cock. Linen, lamps, the cross, the painted saint. She says it plainly: pull out. Cum on her belly, her breasts, the rings. Not in her.\n\nI can do that. I can also drive back into her and finish where she just forbade me, deep enough that she will feel it leak around the crotch strap onto the sheet. Or I can stop, still hard, and leave the chamber unfinished.\n\nShe named the ending. The see will remember whether I did.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.722.inside;Finish inside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.722.outside;Pull out and finish outside;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.722.stop;Stop. Leave it unfinished;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.723.desc;I did not keep the ending [From.GetFirstName] named. She had me in her to the root, under the cross in the chamber, and told me to cum there. I pulled out of that wet heat at the last pulse and took the ending on her harness instead.\n\nIf she outranks me, this House is also a court. She can have me seized for forcing an office of Magdalene after the office had already spoken. If I outrank her, her dungeon will not hold me. The Church can still take back the welcome that let me through the door. The ban follows a man who used the font to get in and then treated the vow as decoration.\n\nEither way the chamber is no longer a purchase. It is a record.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.723.a;So the rule had teeth;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.725.desc;I stayed in [From.GetFirstName] after she had already named the other ending. She had lifted off me. She had told me the skin. I grabbed the hip-straps, shoved back into her cunt to the root, and spent there on consecrated linen, with Magdalene still on the wall. Jet after jet. Deep. She was still open from me. I felt her take it. I felt it leak around my cock and the crotch strap while I kept grinding, giving her what she had refused.\n\nThe House is not a stall. She spoke as office. I used the font to get through the door and then treated the vow as decoration.\n\nIf she outranks me, this House is also a court. If I outrank her, her dungeon will not hold me. The see can still take back the welcome that let me in.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.725.a;So the rule had teeth;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.726.desc;[From.GetFirstName] kept the ending I named. I had him locked in my cunt in the chamber, harness on, rings knocking his chest, crucifix over us, and I told him to cum in me. He did. He drove to the root and came hard, shaking, forehead on my shoulder, my name and Magdalene's in the same wrecked breath.\n\nI felt the first jet hit deep. Then the next. I squeezed down the whole length of him and made him give me all of it. It filled me and ran out around his cock and the iron ring at my clit, hot down my thigh, into the stocking, onto the linen the House will have to wash.\n\nHe did not grab the last of it away. The office held. The sheet is a ruin under a saint. The House can call the rite closed.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.726.a;He kept the word;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.727.desc;[From.GetFirstName] stopped. I had told him to finish in me. He pulled that slick cock out of my cunt while it was still twitching, still wet from how hard I had been riding him under the cross, and he spent nowhere.\n\nI felt the empty ache of it. The harness still held my breasts off the bed. The rings still tapped the sheet. Magdalene still watched. His cock shone with me and went unused.\n\nHe did not steal the ending. He also did not give it. The office was named. The seed never arrived. That is not disobedience. It is an unfinished rite.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.727.a;Unfinished, not broken;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.728.desc;[From.GetFirstName] pulled out when I told him to. His cock left my cunt with a wet sound and slapped against the iron ring. I wrapped my fist around him, still seated on his thighs in the chamber, and pointed him at my belly, my breasts, the rings already through my nipples.\n\nHe spent on the office. Hot stripes across the harness. Across the chain between my breasts. A pulse caught a ring and hung there. Behind him the crucifix and the painted jar. I made him watch what he was allowed to touch and what he was not allowed to fill.\n\nHe did not shove back in. The outside ending I named is the one the House received.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.728.a;He kept the word;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.729.desc;[From.GetFirstName] stopped. I had already lifted him out of me and named the skin as the only place he was allowed to finish. He left the chamber with his cock still hard, still shining with my cunt, and spent nowhere.\n\nNot in me. Not on the rings. Not on the belly I had offered him. Lamps still lit. Linen still wet from the work and empty of the ending. The order was not broken. The charity was not completed either. I am wet and unfinished. He is baptized and unspent.\n\nThe House will not call that theft. It will not call it a closed rite.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.729.a;Unfinished, not broken;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.730.desc;[From.GetFirstName] pulled out after I had already told him to cum in me. I had him buried in the chamber, clenched, the harness locked in his hands, the word already given under the cross. At the last pulse he tore free of my cunt and finished on the strap instead of in the place I had named.\n\nI felt the empty jerk of it. Then the wet of him on iron that was supposed to be inside me. Magdalene on the wall. Seed on the office instead of in it. He took the ending the way he wanted.\n\nThe House has answered. If I outrank him, he is mine to seize. If he outranks me, the see can still put him off the font. Either way the chamber is no longer a purchase. It is a record.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.730.a;The office was not a suggestion;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.731.desc;[From.GetFirstName] shoved back into me after I had already told him to finish outside. I had lifted off him in the chamber. I had his cock in my fist, pointed at my belly, the rings waiting, the crucifix over the bed. He grabbed the hip-straps, slammed me back down the whole length of him, and spent in my cunt.\n\nI felt it hit deep. Jet after jet. I was still open from being ridden. It leaked around his cock and the crotch strap onto the linen while he ground through the last of it, mouth on a nipple-ring, giving me what I had refused in a room that still had a saint on the wall.\n\nThe House has answered. Rank decides whether he sees my dungeon or the ban. The named ending is what makes the difference between charity and theft.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.731.a;The office was not a suggestion;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.732.desc;[ggsm_whore.GetFirstName] shuts the chamber door. Lamps. Linen. A crucifix over the bed. Magdalene on the wall with the jar in her hands. Rose on the sheet. Water in a bowl by the basin as if this were still only washing.\n\nShe does not undress. The harness already has her presented. She pushes me onto the bed, kneels between my thighs under the cross, and takes my cock into her mouth.\n\nShe sucks me down until her lips meet my body. Spit runs into her fist and over my balls. The rings knock her breasts against my thighs. She works the shaft with her hand and the head with her tongue, then she takes me into her throat and holds me there until my hips twitch. When I grab the harness she pins my wrists and pulls off. A string of spit still joins her lip to my cock.\n\nShe slaps the wet head against her tongue, then against a ringed nipple, then she sinks her mouth back down. Slow. Filthy. In no hurry. I feel her throat. I hear how wet she is when she pulls off to breathe. She drags her tongue up the underside and takes me again until my thighs shake.\n\nI do not get inside her yet. I get her mouth until she says otherwise.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.733.desc;[ggsm_whore.GetFirstName] climbs onto me and sinks onto my cock in one long drop. The crotch ring sits against her clit as she takes every inch. She stays seated, dripping down my balls onto consecrated linen, and rolls her hips until I hit the spot that makes her thighs shake. Then she rides me. The bed slams the wall under the crucifix. Her ringed breasts bounce in my face. She grabs my hair and makes me watch her cunt take me between the straps, with Magdalene still on the plaster above us.\n\nWhen she wants it deeper she gets off, turns, chest to the mattress, and pushes back onto my cock. I grip the harness at her hips and fuck her. Wet slaps. My belly on her ass. Her wet dragged down the stockings. She rubs her clit on the iron ring while I drive in. She is loud. I am worse. The lamps shake.\n\nShe pushes back to meet me. She squeezes when I bottom out. She tells me to look at what the Order left uncovered in a room that still has a font-bowl by the door. My rhythm breaks. I start to chase the end. I am going to cum and I think that choice is mine.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.734.desc;I am shaking, buried in [ggsm_whore.GetFirstName], cock twitching in a cunt that will not stop clenching. The harness holds her breasts off the bed. The rings tap the sheet when she breathes. The crucifix does not look away. One more thrust and I will come. I can feel the swell of it. My breath is wrecked against her back. My hands are locked on the hip-straps as if that will decide anything.\n\nShe keeps me in to the root and does not hurry. She squeezes down the whole length just to feel me twitch. I beg without words. The linen is already ruined. Magdalene is still on the wall. The office is not finished because she has not named the ending.\n\nI am still inside her only because she has not pulled off.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.735.desc;[ggsm_whore.GetFirstName] does not let me cum. She holds me buried, harness locked in my hands, my cock swollen against the spot that keeps her clenching, and she waits until I understand the House.\n\nI paid for her cunt. I did not pay for the last word. That belongs to the sister. She will either lock her legs and tell me to fill her until it runs out around the crotch ring onto the linen, or she will lift off this slick cock, fist it, and order me to finish on her belly, her breasts, and the metal already through her nipples.\n\nI will hear it while I am still inside the office I bought. What I do with it is how the Church will know me.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.736.imprisoned.desc;[From.GetFirstName] broke the wish I named. Rank put the rest in my hands. He is not in the street. He is in my keeping. The same House that took his coin took the key.\n\nThis was never a stall. I am a sister of the Order of the Sacred Magdalene. The word I gave him was office. He used the font to get through the door and then treated the vow as decoration. The dungeon does not argue with a man who stole a rite. The office is closed. He remains.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.736.excommunicated.desc;The see took [From.GetFirstName] off the font. He broke the wish I named. I could not hold him. Rank saw to that. The Church can still shut the welcome that let a baptized man buy the chamber.\n\nLust is virtue here. A vowed sister's word is still the rite. He treated the office as a stall and the ending as optional. The ban follows the theft. The House has answered. The font will not open for him while that answer stands.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.736.desc;The Order has made [From.GetFirstName] public. He broke the wish I named. Station kept him out of my dungeon and, for this hour, off the ban. The scandal still sits on him where the baptized can read it.\n\nHe bought a sister of the Sacred Magdalene and then took the last word after the office had already spoken. Rank is not absolution. The chamber is no longer a purchase. It is a record. The House keeps it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.736.a;The House keeps the record;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.737.imprisoned.desc;[From.GetFirstName] named the ending. I did not keep it. She is a sister of the Order of the Sacred Magdalene. The word she gave me in the chamber was office, not a private taste I could set aside because I had already paid.\n\nShe outranks me. This House is also a court. The same sister who held the rite holds the key. I am not in the street. I am in her keeping. I used the font to get through the door and then treated a vowed woman's wish as decoration. Rank did the rest. The dungeon does not argue the fee.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.737.excommunicated.desc;[From.GetFirstName] named the ending in the chamber and I refused it. She spoke as a sister of the Sacred Magdalene. I took the last word anyway.\n\nHer cell will not hold me. Rank saw to that. The see still can. The Church that let a baptized man buy the office has taken the welcome back. Lust is virtue in this Church. Disobedience to a vowed sister is not. The ban follows a man who treated Magdalene's house like a stall. I am off the font.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.737.desc;[From.GetFirstName] named the ending. I broke it. Station kept me out of her dungeon. For this hour it has also kept me off the ban.\n\nThe Order has still named the theft. The scandal sits on me where the baptized can see it. I bought a sister of the Sacred Magdalene and then stole the wish she had already given. Rank is not a sacrament. The chamber is no longer a purchase. It is a record. The House will not call that charity.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.737.a;The office had teeth;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.738.imprisoned.desc;[From.GetFirstName] had already given the ending. I took the other one. She is a vowed sister. The House is an ecclesiastical office. Coin buys the work. It does not buy the last word.\n\nShe outranks me. Rank made the House a court. The same hands that held the office hold the key. I am in her keeping now. I used baptism to pass the door and then treated her wish as optional. The dungeon does not care that I paid.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.738.excommunicated.desc;[From.GetFirstName] spoke the ending. I did not keep it. She is a sister of the Order of the Sacred Magdalene. I used the office and then set her word aside as if the coin had been a pardon.\n\nHer dungeon will not hold me. The see can still shut the welcome that let a baptized man in. Lust is not the sin here. Taking a vowed sister's wish is. The ban follows that theft. I am off the font.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.738.desc;[From.GetFirstName] named the ending. I refused it. Station kept me out of her cell and, for this hour, off the ban. The Order has still made the offence public.\n\nThe scandal sits on me. The baptized will hear that I bought a sister of the Sacred Magdalene, heard the wish she gave, and took the ending I wanted instead. Rank is not absolution. The chamber is a record.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.738.a;The office had teeth;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_magdalene_scandal_1;Scandal Against a Magdalene Sister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_1_desc;He broke a sister's named ending. He stood one rank above her. The Order has made that public.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_2;Grave Scandal Against a Magdalene Sister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_2_desc;He broke a sister's named ending. He stood two ranks above her. Station does not excuse the taking.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_3;Great Scandal Against a Magdalene Sister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_3_desc;He broke a sister's named ending. He stood three ranks above her. The distance in station has made the offence notorious.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_4;Infamous Scandal Against a Magdalene Sister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_magdalene_scandal_4_desc;An emperor broke a sister's named ending. The gulf in station has made the offence infamous among the baptized.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_house_rest;House Rest;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_house_rest_desc;She has already kept the office. The House is closed to her for a time.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_not_working;You are not on duty and not in House rest.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x