#CODE;ENGLISH;FRENCH;GERMAN;;SPANISH;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene;Order of the Sacred Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_desc;A Catholic sisterhood that honours Mary Magdalene through sacred prostitution, carnal confession, and the teaching of lust as holy charity. Only the baptized may receive their rites. Matthew 7:6 is absolute: the pearls stay inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_leader_desc;Courtesan of Jesus;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_1_female;Penitent of Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_2_female;Carnal Confessor;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_3_female;Sacred Minister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_4_female;Courtesan of Jesus;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_1_male;Penitent of Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_2_male;Carnal Confessor;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_3_male;Sacred Minister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene_rank_4_male;Courtesan of Jesus;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
currency_name_ggsm_order_sacred_magdalene;Grace;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_penitent_of_magdalene;Penitent of Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_penitent_of_magdalene_desc;The lowest rank. [Root.GetSheHeCap] has taken the vow and offered [Root.GetHerHis] body as a house of mercy, but only to those already inside the faith.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confessor;Carnal Confessor;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confessor_desc;[Root.GetSheHeCap] hears confessions with skin on skin. Every denial is worked out until the truth can be spoken without lying.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_sacred_minister;Sacred Minister;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_sacred_minister_desc;[Root.GetSheHeCap] teaches carnal charity, cleanses Lover's Pox, and serves in the Houses of Mercy.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_courtesan_of_jesus;Courtesan of Jesus;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_courtesan_of_jesus_desc;The highest rank. [Root.GetSheHeCap] leads the public altar rites and is the living image of Magdalene's open mercy.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_grace;Grace;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_grace_desc;The currency of the Order. Earned through sacred service and spent on deeper rites.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_take_sacred_prostitution;Take the Vow of Sacred Prostitution;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_take_sacred_prostitution_desc;Kneel naked before the sisters and speak the vow. Your body becomes a house of mercy for the baptized only.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_vow_nymphomania;Embrace Nymphomania as Virtue;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_vow_nymphomania_desc;Accept that endless desire is a gift from Magdalene, not a sin.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confession;Offer Carnal Confession;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confession_desc;Hear a baptized Catholic with your body until the truth can be spoken without lying. Only those inside the faith may receive this rite.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_study_sacred_scripture;Study the Sacred Scriptures;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_study_sacred_scripture_desc;Study the Order's reading of Scripture and contemplate Magdalene's teaching of mercy, charity, and the sanctified flesh.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_carnal_charity;Teach Carnal Charity;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_carnal_charity_desc;Teach [Root.GetTitledFirstName] that lust given as charity is holy. Only Catholics may receive this lesson.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_cleanse_lovers_pox_self;Cleanse Yourself of Lover's Pox;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_cleanse_lovers_pox_self_desc;Submit to the sisters' hands and holy water. The sores cannot stand against Magdalene.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_minister_lovers_pox;Minister Lover's Pox Cleansing;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_minister_lovers_pox_desc;Wash [Root.GetTitledFirstName] of Lover's Pox with rose oil and prayer. Only Catholic flesh may be cleansed.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_virtue;Teach the Virtues of Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_virtue_desc;Instruct [Root.GetTitledFirstName] in mercy, charity, devotion, and the sacred duties expected of the Order.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_public_altar_rite;Lead the Public Altar Rite;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_public_altar_rite_desc;Stand before the open altar as Courtesan of Jesus and turn holy fucking into liturgy.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_houses_of_mercy;Serve in the Houses of Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_houses_of_mercy_desc;Spend a night easing the loneliness of Catholic faithful who share our baptism.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_undergo_rite_of_open_mercy;Undergo the Rite of Open Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_undergo_rite_of_open_mercy_desc;Offer your body to the sisters in the communal rite that marks true entry into the Order. Until this is completed, the deeper powers remain closed to you.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_invite_to_order;Invite to the Order;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_invite_to_order_desc;Invite [Root.GetTitledFirstName] to enter the Order of the Sacred Magdalene as a Penitent.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_commission_sacred_regalia;Commission Sacred Regalia;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_commission_sacred_regalia_desc;Commission ceremonial regalia from the trusted artisans of the Order. The quality is fixed by your present society rank and the price is a percentage of your current wealth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_take_sacred_prostitution_power_desc;Kneel naked before the sisters and speak the vow. Your body becomes a house of mercy for the baptized only.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_vow_nymphomania_power_desc;Accept that endless desire is a gift from Magdalene, not a sin.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confession_power_desc;Hear a baptized Catholic with your body until the truth can be spoken without lying. Only those inside the faith may receive this rite.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_study_sacred_scripture_power_desc;Study the Order's reading of Scripture and contemplate Magdalene's teaching of mercy, charity, and the sanctified flesh.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_cleanse_lovers_pox_self_power_desc;Submit to the sisters' hands and holy water. The sores cannot stand against Magdalene.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_carnal_charity_power_desc;Teach [Root.GetTitledFirstName] that lust given as charity is holy. Only Catholics may receive this lesson.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_minister_lovers_pox_power_desc;Wash [Root.GetTitledFirstName] of Lover's Pox with rose oil and prayer. Only Catholic flesh may be cleansed.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_teach_virtue_power_desc;Instruct [Root.GetTitledFirstName] in mercy, charity, devotion, and the sacred duties expected by the Order.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_public_altar_rite_power_desc;Stand before the open altar as Courtesan of Jesus and turn holy fucking into liturgy.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_not_for_dogs_tt;The Order does not cast its pearls before dogs. This rite is reserved for Catholics.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_no_commission_in_progress_tt;You must not already have a sacred regalia commission in progress.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_rank_quality_tt;The quality of the commissioned regalia is determined by your present rank in the Order.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_cost_tt;The price is based on your current wealth: 10% at Rank 1, 15% at Rank 2, 20% at Rank 3, and 25% at Rank 4.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_rank_1_tt;Your Rank 1 commission will produce Quality 1 regalia.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_rank_2_tt;Your Rank 2 commission will produce Quality 2 regalia.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_rank_3_tt;Your Rank 3 commission will produce Quality 3 regalia.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_rank_4_tt;Your Rank 4 commission will produce Quality 4 regalia.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_cost_rank_1_tt;The commission costs 10% of your current wealth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_cost_rank_2_tt;The commission costs 15% of your current wealth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_cost_rank_3_tt;The commission costs 20% of your current wealth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_cost_rank_4_tt;The commission costs 25% of your current wealth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_guaranteed_tt;Payment guarantees delivery. There is no failure, theft, or downgrade.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_regalia_crafting_time_tt;The artisan will complete the work in sixty days.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_sacred_scripture_studies;Sacred Scripture Studies;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_sacred_scripture_studies_desc;Long nights with Scripture have sharpened [Root.GetHerHis] learning and deepened [Root.GetHerHis] devotion.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_cleansed_by_magdalene;Cleansed by Magdalene;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_cleansed_by_magdalene_desc;The Order's intimate ministry has left body and spirit strengthened.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_public_altar_grace;Grace of the Public Altar;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_public_altar_grace_desc;[Root.GetSheHeCap] has served openly at the altar, carrying the confidence and allure of the Order's sacred sexuality.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_satisfied_by_mercy;Satisfied by Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_satisfied_by_mercy_desc;The House of Mercy left [Root.GetHerHim] grateful, relaxed, and very thoroughly attended to.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_taught_carnal_charity;Taught Carnal Charity;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_taught_carnal_charity_desc;A sister of the Order taught me that charity may be offered with prayer, flesh, and desire.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confession_grace;Grace of Carnal Confession;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_carnal_confession_grace_desc;A sister received my confession without shame and answered it with the intimate mercy of the Order.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_houses_mercy_service;Served by a House of Mercy;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_houses_mercy_service_desc;The sisters received me generously and left little need unanswered.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_noble_client_satisfied;Satisfied Noble Client;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_noble_client_satisfied_desc;The Order's service was memorable enough to inspire lasting gratitude.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.continue;Continue...;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.mission.begin;Begin the assignment;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.mission.continue;Continue the work;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.mission.complete;The assignment is complete;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.10.desc;The chapel is lit by candles and rose-smoke. I am already in the harness: breasts lifted and bare, unpierced, cunt framed by the crotch strap and left open, dark stockings clipped to garters that bite mid-thigh. The sisters stand marked. I am not. Nothing I am about to give is covered, and nothing on me has been claimed yet.\n\nI am led to the low altar and made to kneel on stone. The Courtesan of Jesus takes my chin and speaks the only law that will govern me after tonight.\n\nMatthew 7:6 is absolute. We do not give dogs what is sacred. We do not cast pearls before swine. Only Catholic flesh will ever touch this flesh.\n\nThen she names the rest. Sacred prostitution is not a season. Once I take it, I remain a Sacred Prostitute until death. There will be no later chastity, no quiet leaving, no claim that I did not understand. The piercing is not adornment. Rings, if they come, will be commissioned later and hung in what she opens tonight. If I stay on my knees, she will pierce me now, and after that the vow.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.10.a;Pierce me. I will not leave this altar unmarked.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.10b.desc;She does not ask again. A sister steadies my shoulders. Another cleans each nipple with wine and pinches until the flesh stands for the needle.\n\nThe Courtesan of Jesus pierces me herself. Left first. The steel goes through clean and sudden; the sound in the chapel is small, my breath is not. Blood beads bright against the harness leather. She does not seat a ring. She leaves the hole open, raw, a claim with nothing in it yet. Right next. Same needle, same empty wound, same office. My first piercing. No sister receives even this before this night.\n\nShe takes the wounded left nipple between two fingers while it still throbs and tips my face up. Hands find the hip-straps, the wet slit the harness already framed. Fingers push into me as she puts my mouth on her and grinds on my tongue. The vow has not been spoken yet. My body is already being taken as if it has — nipples burning around empty holes, cunt open on a sister's hand — and as if it will never belong to me again.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.10b.a;I am ready to bind myself.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.11.desc;I speak with her taste still on my tongue and a sister's hand already between the straps, two fingers in my cunt, slow, as if the words have to be fucked into the same flesh that just took the needle.\n\nBefore the altar, I bind myself to the Order for the remainder of my life. Sacred prostitution is not a season of service that I may later abandon when it becomes inconvenient. Once this vow is taken, I remain a Sacred Prostitute until death. I surrender chastity and celibacy as incompatible with the office I now accept, and I place my body, desire, and service under the discipline of the Sacred Magdalene.\n\nI will give what is sacred only to the baptized. I will not cast pearls before swine.\n\nWhen I finish the sentence she crooks her fingers and makes me say the last part again: until death. She pinches a freshly pierced nipple to keep me from swallowing the words. Another mouth closes on the other and sucks the open hole. The ivory rod is warmed in a palm and set against my hole, not in yet, a promise. The sisters do not wait for a priest to bless this. The vow is the blessing. The wounds are the proof. I keep saying it while they open me, because that is how the Order writes a rule into flesh.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.11.a;I take this vow for life.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.12.desc;They take me on the altar. One mouth on a newly pierced nipple, careful and cruel at once, another on my cunt through the open strap, fingers in me, then the ivory rod worked in to the last band, then a sister astride my face while a second straps on and fucks me until the harness creaks and the garters cut my thighs.\n\nI am turned, spread, held by the hip-straps, filled in mouth and cunt at once, used, marked with their mouths and their spend. They do not rush. They open every place the vow named. A third sister worries the raw holes whenever I try to hide in the pleasure, so I feel the office in my breasts while they take the rest of me. I am made to look at them while they come on my tongue, on my breasts, in me.\n\nWhen the last sister finally pulls out and the circle draws back, I am shaking, dripping through the crotch strap, jaw aching, spend running down the stockings, both nipples hot and empty, pierced, waiting for the rings I have not yet earned.\n\nIt is done. There is no undoing it. I am no longer merely an unvowed sister. I remain of the Order, but the office has closed behind me. From this night until I am buried, I am a Sacred Prostitute of the Magdalene.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.12.a;I am sealed to this office.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.13.desc;They leave me on my knees before the altar of the Sacred Magdalene, harness still on, fresh holes still bare, the other vow still wet on my thighs. This one is not a softer law. It is the rule for what the office will do to my hunger.\n\nBefore God and the Sacred Magdalene, I bind myself for the remainder of my life to the Vow of Nymphomania. I will not renounce desire, seek chastity, or withdraw from the passions I have consecrated to God. This vow is not temporary and cannot be set aside later. Until death, I will embrace the desire placed within me and offer it in service to the Church, the Order, and those entrusted to my care.\n\nA sister's fingers are still inside me while I say it, as if the Order will not let the sentence exist only in the air. When my voice breaks she pinches a pierced nipple and makes me finish.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.13.a;Until death, I embrace this vow.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.20.desc;From the nave it is an unusually large confessional: carved oak, a grille, incense, Matthew 7:6 cut above the latch. In this Church that size is not a scandal. The beloved disciple is Magdalene. The see has said so. A sister of her Order is expected to shrive with the body as well as the word.\n\n[ggsm_carnal_confession_target.GetFirstName] comes in expecting the familiar box. Kneeler. Lattice. Words she can keep decent. I lift the grille and open the inner panel. Behind it the House built a cell into the church wall: a proper bed under red curtains, candles, a small table, a basin, a crucifix over the headboard, Magdalene painted where a priest's face would have been. The kneeler stays by the door for anyone who still wants only speech. The panel is for the baptized who have come to be heard properly.\n\nI shut us in. I am already in the harness: breasts bare, rings seated, cunt framed and left open, stockings clipped at the thigh. She starts with a safe sin standing up — a snapped word at a servant, a mass her mind left — and I let her. Then I put her on the bed, take her mouth, open her clothes, and put my mouth between her legs. I suck her clit and work two fingers into her cunt until the careful voice breaks. The rod is oiled and pressed in slow while I ask what she would not finish saying in the box. She gasps that she wanted a woman in her household. That she touched herself thinking of a mouth that was not her husband's. That she took coin and called it kindness. I do not let her finish on the lie or on the climax. She is Catholic. That is why the panel opened.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.20.a;Continue;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.22.desc;The bed takes the rest of it. Red curtains drawn. Candles. Magdalene on the panel, the beloved disciple beneath the gaze of Christ. I keep [ggsm_carnal_confession_target.GetFirstName] there until there is nothing left to hide. My mouth on her cunt, the rod in her, my own wet slit grinding against her thigh when I need a hand free to hold her. She talks through it because I do not stop long enough for her to dress the sin up again. In the nave it is only the murmur of a confession. That is all the nave is owed.\n\nThe last of it comes out wrecked under the crucifix. She wanted the sister who washes her. She let a baptized guest leave unfinished because she was angry. She hated a woman in her house and used piety as the knife. I make her say each piece twice, once with my tongue on her clit and once with the rod buried, so the account cannot hide in a moan.\n\nOnly then do I let her orgasm. She comes shaking, raw-voiced, the last sin said into my mouth while her cunt clenches on the ivory. I keep my tongue on her through the pulses so the truth has nowhere to go. Then I wash her at the basin, help her dress, open the panel, and send her back through the carved door shriven according to the rite entrusted to the Order. Grace has been given. The pearls stayed inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.22.a;Continue;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.23.desc;From the nave it is an unusually large confessional: carved oak, a grille, incense, Matthew 7:6 cut above the latch. In this Church that size is not a scandal. The beloved disciple is Magdalene. The see has said so. A sister of her Order is expected to shrive with the body as well as the word.\n\n[ggsm_carnal_confession_target.GetFirstName] comes in expecting the familiar box. Kneeler. Lattice. Words he can keep decent. I lift the grille and open the inner panel. Behind it the House built a cell into the church wall: a proper bed under red curtains, candles, a small table, a basin, a crucifix over the headboard, Magdalene painted where a priest's face would have been. The kneeler stays by the door for anyone who still wants only speech. The panel is for the baptized who have come to be heard properly.\n\nI shut us in. I am already in the harness: breasts bare, rings seated, cunt framed and left open, stockings clipped at the thigh. He starts with a safe sin standing up — a curse in the yard, a tithe paid late — and I let him. Then I put him on the bed, take his mouth, open his clothes, and take his cock until the careful voice breaks. I sink onto him and ride him under the crucifix while I ask what he would not finish saying in the box. He gasps that he used a woman who had not been offered. That he wanted a sister of the Order and called it prayer. That he spent and left before she had been shown mercy. I do not let him finish on the lie or on the climax. He is Catholic. That is why the panel opened.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.23.a;Continue;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.24.desc;The bed takes the rest of it. Red curtains drawn. Candles. Magdalene on the panel, the beloved disciple beneath the gaze of Christ. I keep [ggsm_carnal_confession_target.GetFirstName] buried in me until there is nothing left to hide. The harness holds my breasts off his chest. The crotch ring sits on my clit. His cock twitches every time I lift and sink. He talks through it because I do not let him thrust. I set the pace. I ask again. In the nave it is only the murmur of a confession. That is all the nave is owed.\n\nWhat he gave me on the threshold was the polite list. This is the rest. He used rank on a woman who could not refuse him. He has bought a House before and treated the fee as a pardon for taking the ending himself. Last week he knelt for an ordinary priest and withheld the same account, then walked out as if he had confessed. I make him say each piece twice, once with only the head of him in me and once with him seated to the root, so the account cannot hide in a groan.\n\nOnly then do I tell him to finish. He comes hard, shaking, the last sin said against a nipple-ring while I squeeze the whole length of him and feel it fill me. I keep him there through the pulses so the truth has nowhere to go. Then I wash him at the basin, help him dress, open the panel, and send him back through the carved door shriven according to the rite entrusted to the Order. Grace has been given. The pearls stayed inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.24.a;Continue;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.30.desc;The book is Scripture. Candlelight on the page, the sisters' gloss in the margin. I am not hunting a private rule that has to be smuggled in beside the Gospel. I am reading what this Church already says the Gospel is.\n\nThe Song is a woman and the one who loved her. Mouth, hands, perfume, the door tried at night, the beloved sought through the streets. No one in this House is required to turn that into weather. The beloved disciple is Magdalene. The see has said so. She sat at His feet. She put her hair and her mouth on Him. She was first at the tomb. He did not put the body aside before He would be near her, and He did not send her out of the room for having touched Him.\n\nFrom that the Order only draws the line the page already permitted. Charity that cannot be seen is not charity. A baptized body may be given without the giver being told to be ashamed of the gift. Desire offered under vow is mercy. The woman who was called a sinner and still allowed to stay is not a warning against the body. She is the warrant for keeping it in the rite.\n\nMatthew 7:6 is the other edge of the same reading. Holy things are given. They are not thrown. That is why a panel opens for the baptized and stays shut for anyone else. I stay with the text until I can teach it that way in a House, in a booth, or at an altar: not as a gloss laid over Scripture, but as what the page already allowed.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.30.a;Study the mysteries carefully;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.40.desc;The sores of Lover's Pox mark me. The sisters do not recoil. I am laid in the basin in the harness: breasts bare, rings in, cunt open between the straps, stockings darkening in the water. Holy water, rose oil, and hands. They wash every inch. The cloth passes over the rings, under the crotch strap, down the inner thighs, over every place the disease has touched.\n\nTheir hands linger until the burning fades and want takes its place. A mouth follows the cloth onto a nipple and pulls the ring. Another mouth goes lower, through the open strap, and stays on my clit until I am shaking in the basin. Fingers follow the mouth. Then the rod, slow, while they wash what they are using. I am cleaned and then fucked, because in this Church a body made well is a body that should be given. They do not stop at health. They take me until I spend in the water and the sores are only a memory under slick skin.\n\nWhen they finish I am shaking, clear of the pox, dripping through the strap, and already wet enough to serve again.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.40.a;Receive the cleansing;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.50.desc;The lesson is simple and wet. [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetFirstName] is Catholic. That is the only reason [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] is here. I am in the harness. I put [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHis] hands on my ringed nipples first, then between the straps on my bare cunt, then I replace those hands with my mouth on [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim].\n\nI teach with my tongue and my fingers and my cunt. Lust given to the baptized is charity. I say it against [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHis] ear while I work [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] open, slow, then harder, until [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] is shaking and asking without shame. Cock or cunt under my mouth, I do not change the rule. I use the rod when [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHis] hands forget the lesson. If [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] can fill me I sink onto [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] and make [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] watch my cunt take every inch between the straps. If [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] cannot, I strap on and fuck [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] until [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] can say the sentence.\n\nI do not let [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] spend until [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] can say the rule: the pearl stays inside the Church. When the lesson takes, [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHe] knows how to give the same mercy back with mouth and body, not only with coin.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.50.a;Teach [event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetHerHim] thoroughly;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.50.b;[event_target:ggsm_carnal_charity_target.GetSheHeCap] is outside the faith;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.51.desc;The lesson ends with my mouth still on [From.GetHerHim] and [From.GetHerHis] hands still on the harness, fingers hooked through a ring as if [From.GetSheHe] has learned where office sits. I leave flushed, wet between the straps, thighs slick to the stockings, and sure of the gift. The sister who taught me does not lower her eyes. Magdalene's charity has a body. I have been shown it. I have been used to show it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.51.a;The charity is complete;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.60.desc;[event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetFirstName] kneels naked before the basin. I am in the harness. I wash [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetHerHim] with holy water and rose oil while the sisters chant. My hands move over every sore, then linger where want lives: mouth, chest, between the legs.\n\nThe disease yields under the cloth. The body does not go quiet. I finish the cleansing with my mouth where the cloth was, cock or cunt, and I stay there until [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetSheHe] is clean and shaking. Then fingers. Then the slow press of my open cunt against [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetHerHim], or the rod if that is the charity [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetSheHe] needs, until [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetSheHe] spends clean, loud, and grateful. I keep [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetHerHim] there through it so the relief has a body attached.\n\nLover's Pox cannot stand against Magdalene. Neither can leftover shame.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.60.a;Cleanse [event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetHerHim];;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.60.b;[event_target:ggsm_lovers_pox_target.GetSheHeCap] is not Catholic;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.61.desc;The cleansing is complete. What began in sores ends in clean skin, a spent body, and a debt to the sister who would not recoil. I wash my mouth. The basin is emptied. Magdalene's mercy was not a metaphor.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.61.a;Magdalene's mercy is sufficient;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.70.desc;As Courtesan of Jesus I stand before the open altar in full office: harness, nipple-rings, crotch strap open, gartered stockings, choker, crown. The baptized are already in the chapel. This is not an accident. It is liturgy.\n\nThey come one after another and in groups. Mouths on the rings. Hands on the hip-straps. Cocks and cunts using the altar I have made of myself. I take them in my mouth, in my fist, in my cunt. When a man fills me I ride him under the crucifix until he spends and I do not close. When a woman comes to the altar I put my mouth on her and the rod in her, or I sit on her face while the next of the baptized uses the strap. Another takes the wet place. I am held by the harness, turned, put on my knees, put astride, filled until I cannot tell whose climax is whose.\n\nEvery cry of release is an Alleluia. When the last of them finishes I am dripping through the strap, marked from throat to stockings, and exalted. The pearls stayed inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.70.a;Lead the public rite;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.80.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] has approached me on behalf of the Order of the Sacred Magdalene and offered me a place among its sisters. If I accept, I enter as a Penitent and begin service under its rule.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.80.a;I will join the Order;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.80.b;I must refuse;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.100.desc;The House of Mercy is full. I am on duty in the harness. I choose [From.GetFirstName], who shares our baptism, and lead [From.GetHerHim] to a cell. The door shuts. I put [From.GetHerHim] on the bed and start with my mouth: down [From.GetHerHis] body, between [From.GetHerHis] legs, cock or cunt taken without a polite pause. Then my hand. Then I sink onto [From.GetHerHim] if [From.GetSheHe] can fill me, or I take [From.GetHerHim] with the rod until [From.GetSheHe] cannot dress the need up as conversation.\n\nI fuck [From.GetHerHim] the way the Order trained me. Slow enough to ruin [From.GetHerHim]. Hard enough that the bed knocks the wall. Long enough that [From.GetSheHe] spends more than once. The rings knock [From.GetHerHis] chest when I ride. The crotch strap stays open around whatever I put in [From.GetHerHim] or take into myself. Spend hits the linen, the iron ring, the stockings.\n\nWhen I finish, [From.GetSheHe] is shaking, wet, and praising Magdalene with a hoarse voice.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.100.a;Serve a Catholic client;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.100.b;No suitable Catholic is present;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.101.desc;[From.GetFirstName] leaves trembling. The fee is generous. The harness is wet. The expectation was thorough. I met it. Another Catholic has been served inside the fence.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.101.a;Another soul eased;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.210.desc;[From.GetFirstName] has asked for carnal confession. [From.GetSheHeCap] is Catholic. I take [From.GetHerHim] behind the screen in the harness and put my mouth on [From.GetHerHim] before [From.GetSheHe] can find a softer word for what [From.GetSheHe] did.\n\nThe long wet work starts at once. Fingers. Tongue on whatever [From.GetSheHe] has between [From.GetHerHis] legs. Rod. The grind of my cunt. The rule spoken against [From.GetHerHis] ear every time [From.GetSheHe] tries to stop at half the truth. I keep [From.GetHerHim] open until the real account has nowhere left to hide, and I do not let [From.GetHerHim] spend until it is said.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.210.a;Hear [From.GetHerHim] with my body;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.211.desc;When it is finished [From.GetFirstName] can speak without lying. [From.GetSheHeCap] is spent. My mouth is wet. Grace flows. [From.GetHerHis] body will remember the screen.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.211.a;Confession accepted;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.220.desc;[From.GetTitledFirstName] has bought the night. [From.GetSheHeCap] is of the true faith. The fee is large because the work is the whole dark: as many times as [From.GetSheHe] can manage, in my mouth, in my hand, in my cunt, against the rings, on the harness, until [From.GetSheHe] has nothing left to spend.\n\nI take [From.GetHerHim] on the bed, on the chair, on the floor when the bed is too wet to matter. Cock or cunt, I do not stop at one climax. I use [From.GetHerHim] until [From.GetHerHis] voice breaks on Magdalene's name and [From.GetHerHis] legs will not hold. That is what a noble pays for in this House.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.220.a;Accept the noble client;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.220.b;No Catholic client available;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.230.desc;The sisters call me back to the altar to renew the vow. Harness on. Rings in. Stockings clipped. Stone under my knees. The same words, spoken with a body that already knows what they cost.\n\nThey take me again as they did the first night, slower, more deliberate. Mouths on the rings. A tongue through the open strap until I am dripping on the stone. The rod worked in until I am shaking. A sister on my face. Another strapped and buried in my cunt until the vow is written into the flesh once more. I say the words between their thrusts because that is how the Order renews a woman.\n\nWhen they finish I am dripping, marked, spend on the rings and down the hose, and still theirs.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.230.a;I renew the offering;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.300.desc;The Order has heard that I am hungry. Not for rank. For a rule that will take the wanting I already live with and put it on an altar instead of leaving it to rot in private, or to be spent on anyone who asks.\n\nThis is not a club that borrowed a church. It is an ecclesiastical office. The sisters claim apostolic succession through Mary Magdalene, the Beloved Disciple: the one who remained, who saw, who was sent. Mercy first. Speech after. The price of entry is not gold. It is the Rite of Open Mercy. The Church already knows how to feed, wash, shelter, and bury. This office adds the work it does not blush to name: a body opened so hunger does not become theft, despair, or a shrine to the self. The house is open. The street is not. Mercy without the font is pearls on the ground.\n\nI will be stripped at the church door and I will stay that way. I will be laid naked on stone while vested women use me. If I walk in, I am asking to be received into that succession, not to be made safe. I will be made offered.\n\nMatthew 7:6 will be spoken over me. This is the last moment I can still say no. After I say I am ready, the rite does not pause for second thoughts.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.300.a;I am ready;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.300.b;Not yet;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.301.desc;They take my clothes at the door. Everything. Early baptism did the same: put off the old garment, go in with nothing. I cross the threshold naked, barefoot on church stone, poor on purpose. The gift is myself. There is no other gift.\n\nThe chapel of the Sacred Magdalene is candles, rose, and incense. Rose is hers: garden, wound, sweetness, the place she stood and was told to go tell the brothers. Smoke is prayer. This is Mass-shaped because the Order says the line did not die with John. It stayed with the woman the Church of this world calls Beloved.\n\nSisters wait in the nave, vested for the work. They are the household of that succession. I am not dressed as they are. I am the offering. Matter first. Form later.\n\nThe Courtesan of Jesus takes my hair in her fist and tips my face up. She holds an office, not a hobby. She repeats Matthew 7:6 until it sits in my mouth like an institution word. Do not give what is holy to dogs. Do not throw pearls before swine. The pearl is this flesh. The swine are the unbaptized, the outside. Only Catholic flesh will touch Catholic flesh. Restricted communion. No mixed chalice. A tabernacle is open to the faithful and shut to those who do not share the font.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.301.a;I step into the nave;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.302.desc;Water and oil go on my brow, my mouth, my breasts, the wet already between my thighs. A poor anointing. It will be gone by morning. It is enough to say this body has been washed into the line.\n\nShe puts me on my knees before the altar. Then she puts my mouth on her and holds me there. I taste vowed flesh before I am allowed another clean sentence. The rite has already started.\n\nThere is no single partner. A private marriage would make this mine. It is not mine. The body is held in common by an office that claims it still belongs to the Disciple who stayed.\n\nOne sister sits on my face and grinds her cunt on my tongue until I am swallowing her. Another fucks me with a strap-on, slow at first, then hard enough that my ass slaps the stone. A third pinches my nipples and pins my wrists. Only hands. Fingers, tongues, ivory, living flesh. They take turns and they take me together.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.302.a;Continue...;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.310.desc;They do not use me on the altar as a prop. They use me as one. The gift is destroyed so that it can belong to God. The flesh is given to be eaten by the faithful. I am turned, spread by the hips, filled in mouth and cunt, opened in every place a host can be broken. Nobody asks if I am ready. The amen was the walk through the church door naked.\n\nWhen one spends, another takes the wet place without a pause. That is succession made flesh: not one lover, the line. A sister works ivory into my ass while a mouth stays on my clit. Another feeds me her cunt and makes me look at her while I serve. I learn the fence the only way this office teaches anything. With the tongue. With the hole. With the ache in the jaw.\n\nI take them until I am shaking and still held open. They use the body I brought, and they use all of it.\n\nThey do not rush the ending. They claim every entrance I have. Spend on my tongue, on my breasts, in my cunt, down the crack of my ass. Teeth. Grip. Scent. The marks that will fade and still have done the work. Jewelry would have been costume. This is chrism.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.310.a;Continue...;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.311.desc;I am held open so I cannot close. I am made to look at them while they finish. Candlelight finds every wet place on me. I am still naked. I am still unpierced. I was received poor, like bread that had not yet been spoken over, and I am kept that way until the last sister pulls out and the circle draws back.\n\nI am shaking, dripping onto the stone, thighs shining, mouth used, oil smeared into spend. The wetness will be gone by morning. What remains is that I was washed, used, and kept inside the church.\n\nPenitent of Magdalene does not mean I am sorry I had a body. It means I have been received into the office that claims her: Beloved Disciple, first witness, the woman who stayed and was sent. The hunger is no longer a private shrine. It belongs to that household. Closed to the world. Opened to the font.\n\nI am no longer an outsider. The Order has me.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.311.a;I belong to the Order now;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.400.desc;The Order keeps trusted artisans behind a side door of the chapel, women who already know what the Sacred Magdalene requires of leather, metal, silk, and flesh. The air smells of oil, hot gold, and rose. Unfinished harnesses hang from a peg: crotch rings open, garters waiting for hose, breast-straps cut to lift and not to cover. A rod cools on the weaponsmith's cloth. Chains for piercings already sit in a dish.\n\nThey do not ask whether I understand the purpose of what they make. They only wait to hear which piece of me I mean to have claimed next. The rule is plain. A higher piece in the same office consumes the lesser one. What I wear is what I am now, not a collection of what I used to be.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.400.a;Go to the leatherworker;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.400.b;Go to the weaponsmith;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.400.c;Go to the goldsmith;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.400.d;Go to the veil-maker;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.400.e;Not tonight;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.401.desc;The leatherworker's bench is covered in black hide, polished rings, unfinished straps still warm from her hands, and stockings folded beside a row of garters. She looks me over the way a sister looks at an altar: measuring throat, breasts, waist, wrists, the line of the thigh where a welt will sit, and the place a crotch ring will frame rather than cover.\n\nShe talks while she measures. A harness that cups is a failure. A choker without a ring is jewelry. A scourge that cannot find a breast or a cunt-lip is only a whip. Each piece she offers will be cut to the rank I hold tonight, and it will be cut to be used.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.401.a;Commission a sacred harness;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.401.b;Commission a sacred scourge;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.401.c;Commission a sacred choker;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.401.d;Return to the other artisans;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.402.desc;The weaponsmith turns a half-finished rod in the lamplight so I can see the shape without any pretence. Head, shaft, grip. It is a cock. It is also a mace. She offers to fashion the ceremonial rod proper to my present rank, heavy enough for the yard and honest enough for the bench behind the screen.\n\nShe does not wrap it in allegory. She asks how it should sit in the palm when I am between a pair of legs, and how it should swing when I am not. The Order has never kept two tools for what is the same office.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.402.a;Commission a sacred rod;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.402.b;Return to the other artisans;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.desc;The goldsmith's table gleams with unfinished crowns, open rings, pierced gold, ivory already carved into cocks no one in the Order bothers to explain, and cuff-rings sized for altar hooks. She studies my face, my throat, my wrists, my nipples, and the places metal will sit against skin once the swelling fades.\n\nRank decides whether I receive simple silver or the full rose-gold splendour that turns a woman into visible liturgy. She says the piercings first if I do not already wear them. Everything else she makes is meant to hang from, clip to, or frame a body that is already open.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.a;Commission a sacred scepter;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.b;Commission a sacred crown;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.c;Commission sacred cuffs;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.d;Commission sacred piercings;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.403.e;Return to the other artisans;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.404.desc;The veil-maker has me stand with my shoulders back while she measures the line from crown to breast. Silk slides through her fingers as she talks of how a veil should frame rather than hide, how it should move when I breathe, how it should lift when I am on my back and someone is in me.\n\nShe holds a scrap of lace across my eyes so I can feel what the baptized will see: mouth, throat, ringed chest, and nothing of the expression. Technical modesty. Practical advertisement. The rest of the regalia will laugh at any claim that I am covered.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.404.a;Commission a sacred veil;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.404.b;Return to the other artisans;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.410.desc;The artisan names her price without apology. The quality is already decided by the rank I hold at this moment. There will be no theft, no shoddy substitute, no quiet downgrade, no modest panel added to a harness that was meant to leave the cunt bare.\n\nIn sixty days she will send for me, and I will be dressed, armed, crowned, bound, or pierced according to the commission I place now. Payment is the only gate. The piece itself is certain.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.410.a;Pay her and let the work begin;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.410.b;Withdraw the commission;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.421.desc;The leatherworker brings the finished harness on a dark cloth and makes me stand while she buckles it on. Waist first, pulled until my breath sits high. Then the breast-straps, lifting both breasts and leaving the nipples bare so the rings hang in the open. Then the drop between my thighs that does not become a panel. The crotch ring seats against my clit and frames the slit. Nothing covers it. She hooks a finger through the ring to prove the point.\n\nHip-rings. A ring at the small of my back. Dark stockings drawn up and clipped to the garters she built into the cut, welt high on the thigh, hose meant to stay on through the rite. When the last buckle is drawn I can feel how little the harness conceals and how deliberately it presents what remains. I am no longer merely undressed. I am prepared. A sister could put me where the office needs me without undoing a single strap.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.421.a;Let her buckle it onto me;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.422.desc;The weaponsmith sets the finished rod in my palms. The weight is honest. The shape is a cock and a mace at once: blunt head, shaft meant to be wrapped, grip already waiting for oil or for a swing in the yard. I test the balance and feel how easily it would serve on the altar or in the field.\n\nWhen I close my fingers around it I understand the Order has not given me a metaphor. It has given me something I can put in a baptized body when a mouth is not enough, and something I can break a helmet with on the way back from that office. Both readings are correct. Both are expected.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.422.a;Take the rod and feel its weight;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.423.desc;The leatherworker draws the finished scourge through her fingers before she places it in mine. The tails whisper against my wrist, light at first, then with a sting that makes my breath catch. She turns my palm and lays one tail across the underside of a bare breast, just under the ring, so I feel where this tool is meant to land.\n\nHeat blooms under the leather. She does not need to say the rest. Across the chest until the nipples wake. Across the ass. Across the inner thigh above the stocking. Across the cunt-lip the harness does not cover, if a confession stalls. Discipline, climax, and the truth hang from the same handle.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.423.a;Feel the first kiss of the tails;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.424.desc;The goldsmith kneels and offers the scepter across both palms as if it were a relic. Ivory, metal, a shaft no one in this chapel will call symbolic. When I close my hand around it the sisters incline their heads. Authority in the Order is not a distant crown. It is something I am expected to carry, display, and put to work.\n\nI feel the bands under my fingers the way a mistress feels them when she is marking depth in a student. Chapel and cell are the same office. The scepter does not change its meaning when it leaves the procession and goes between someone's legs.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.424.a;Accept the scepter as office and promise;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.425.desc;They seat me before the glass while the goldsmith sets the finished crown on my brow. The metal is cool, then quickly warm. Hair stays free enough to fist. The face stays uncovered enough to watch.\n\nWhen I lift my head I see what the Order intends others to see: not a woman modestly veiled, but a sister whose beauty has been made into a public offering. The crown does not close the body. Below it the harness still frames my breasts and my cunt. Rank, in this glass, is a light on an altar that is already open.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.425.a;Let them crown me;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.426.desc;The goldsmith buckles the finished cuffs around my wrists and turns the rings so they sit ready. I can wear them as ornaments in court, or I can offer my hands and let a sister fasten me to the altar rings, the bed-ring, or the hip-straps of the harness.\n\nI test the fit, pull once, and feel the deliberate limit of movement. Pulling only pushes my chest forward, rings out, cunt easier to reach. Surrender in the Order is not sloppy. It is fitted. She clips them together behind my back for a breath so I understand the sentence, then opens them again and leaves them on.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.426.a;Hold out my wrists for the cuffs;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.427.desc;The leatherworker fastens the finished choker at the nape of my neck and slides two fingers beneath it to prove the fit. I swallow and feel it. I speak and feel it. The ring sits in the hollow of my throat where a lover's mouth already wants to go, and where a sister's finger will hook when she puts my mouth on the work.\n\nShe tugs once. My head follows. That is the whole lesson. The vow already claimed the rest of me. This claims the pulse. Worn with the harness it becomes the upper handle. Worn to feast it still means I kneel.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.427.a;Let the choker close around my throat;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.428.desc;The veil-maker lowers the finished veil over my hair and arranges it so that it frames rather than conceals. Lace on the eyes. Mouth left clear. A fall of cloth that will move when I breathe and when someone fucks the breath out of me.\n\nI am covered just enough to pass in a chapel and revealed enough that no one mistakes what I am. Behind it I still see who is looking. They see the wet line of my lips and the body the harness already framed. It is not modesty. It is invitation written in cloth.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.428.a;Let her veil me as the Order requires;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.429.desc;The goldsmith works with practiced calm. Each piercing is set with prayer, rose oil, and a firmness that leaves no doubt the metal is meant to stay. I watch the needle go through the nipple. I feel the ring follow and close with a click I feel in the breast. Then the other. Then, if rank allows, the chain laid across the sternum so that breathing tugs both at once.\n\nWhen she is finished I cannot take a full breath without feeling them. Walking makes them swing. Cold air on the bare chest makes the weight obvious. She hooks a finger through one ring and lifts just enough that I rise to it. I have not merely received jewelry. I have been marked, inside the faith, as living regalia. A mouth, a chain, a sister's teeth: the flesh was offered. The metal only makes the offering stay awake.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.429.a;Accept the sacred piercings;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.432.desc;They do not strip [Root.GetHerHim] for the grave. The sisters wash the body and leave the office on it.\n\nThe harness still frames [Root.GetHerHis] breasts and hips. The crotch ring still sits where it sat in life. The stockings are drawn up and the garters closed as if [Root.GetSheHe] might yet be called to a House. The choker sits at [Root.GetHerHis] throat. The veil lies across [Root.GetHerHis] face, thin enough that the chapel light finds [Root.GetHerHis] mouth. Cuffs rest on the wrists that once held patrons and novices alike. If [Root.GetSheHe] bore a crown, it stays on [Root.GetHerHis] brow. If [Root.GetSheHe] bore rod or scourge or scepter, it is laid along the body as if [Root.GetSheHe] might still be called to use it. The rings through the flesh are not cut out.\n\nThis is not jewelry sent home to an heir. It is the last uniform of a woman of the Sacred Magdalene. The books stay in the House. The flesh goes into the earth wearing what the Order made of [Root.GetHerHim].;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.432.a;Bury [Root.GetHerHim] in [Root.GetHerHis] office;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_quest_temple_prostitute;Serve as Temple Prostitute;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_temple_prostitute_desc;Serve the baptized in a House of Mercy for a full year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_temple_gangbang;Keep the Open Chamber;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_temple_gangbang_desc;Take a night of shared service in a House of Mercy, reserved for the baptized.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_teach_house;Teach at the Order House;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_teach_house_desc;Teach the sisters and novices the Magdalene reading of the faith for one full year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_feed_poor;Feed the Poor;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_feed_poor_desc;Keep a year of costly charity to the poor from the House.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_minister_sick;Minister to the Sick;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_minister_sick_desc;Tend the sick of the House for the appointed months.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_receive_pilgrims;Receive Pilgrims;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_receive_pilgrims_desc;Receive Catholic pilgrims at the House and give them Magdalene's hospitality.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_copy_scripture;Copy Sacred Scripture;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_copy_scripture_desc;Spend a year copying the Order's books.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_widows_orphans;Tend Widows and Orphans;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_widows_orphans_desc;Keep the House's care for widows and orphans.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_steward_house;Steward the House;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_steward_house_desc;Keep the House's accounts, stores, and discipline for a year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_feast_magdalene;Keep Magdalene's Feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_quest_feast_magdalene_desc;Open the hall and keep Magdalene's feast among the baptized.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_begin_temple_prostitute_mission;Begin Temple Service;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_temple_prostitute_mission_desc;Take up the year's service in a House of Mercy.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_temple_gangbang_mission;Begin the Open Chamber;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_temple_gangbang_mission_desc;Enter the shared chamber and keep the night as the Order requires.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_teach_house_mission;Teach at the Order House;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_teach_house_mission_desc;Take responsibility for a year of Magdalene instruction at the assigned House.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_feed_poor_mission;Begin Feeding the Poor;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_feed_poor_mission_desc;Open the stores and keep the poor fed for the appointed year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_minister_sick_mission;Begin Ministering to the Sick;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_minister_sick_mission_desc;Take up the sick-work of the House.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_receive_pilgrims_mission;Begin Receiving Pilgrims;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_receive_pilgrims_mission_desc;Open the House to Catholic pilgrims.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_copy_scripture_mission;Begin Copying Scripture;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_copy_scripture_mission_desc;Sit to the books and keep the year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_widows_orphans_mission;Begin Widows' and Orphans' Care;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_widows_orphans_mission_desc;Take up the House's care for widows and orphans.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_steward_house_mission;Begin Stewarding the House;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_steward_house_mission_desc;Take the keys, the accounts, and the discipline of the House.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_feast_magdalene_mission;Begin Magdalene's Feast;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_begin_feast_magdalene_mission_desc;Open the hall and keep the feast among the baptized.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.9000.desc;The Order requires a year of temple service. You will keep a House of Mercy and give the baptized what the vow already promised them.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9002.desc;The Order requires an open chamber. Several of the baptized will be served in one night, under Matthew 7:6, with no one outside the font admitted.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9004.desc;The Order requires a year of instruction. The novices already know this Church blesses desire. They do not yet know how Magdalene requires it to be given.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9006.desc;The Order commands a year of sustained charity to the poor. Bread, broth, grain, blankets, and coin will pass through your hands every month. Magdalene's mercy is not only the bed. A sister who will open her body and close her purse has understood only half the teaching.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9008.desc;The Order requires months among the sick. Wash, feed, sit vigil, and where the baptized ask for more than water, give that too.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9010.desc;Pilgrims of the true faith are coming to the House. Receive them. Feed them. If they ask for Magdalene's other mercy, keep the rule and give it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9012.desc;The books wear out. The Order wants a year of your hand on the page: Scripture, the private commentaries, and the rule of Matthew 7:6 copied where a novice will actually read it.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9014.desc;Widows and orphans are already at the door. The House owes them bread first. Desire is holy in this Church. Hunger is still hunger.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9016.desc;Someone must keep the House itself: stores, keys, quarrelsome sisters, the accounts that make mercy possible. The Order names you for a year of that unglamorous office.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9018.desc;The Order requires Magdalene's feast kept properly: baptized guests, an open hall, confession with the body, and the pearls inside the Church.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.9180.desc;The sisters place a year's instruction under your care. The novices arrive already knowing what this Church blesses. Lust is not the scandal. Ignorance is. They know how to want. They do not yet know how to want as Magdalene taught: as mercy, as rite, and only for the baptized.\n\nYour task is not to unteach shame they were never given. It is to make them dangerous in the right direction.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9182.desc;The novices gather around the open text while you refuse to let charity mean only bread. In this Church the body is already holy. The Order's question is narrower: how it is given, to whom, and under what vow.\n\nYou walk them through skin, mouth, and the Houses without euphemism. One asks whether a night in court counts. You tell her no. Court lust proves appetite. Magdalene lust pays a debt. By the end even the boldest novice understands that the vow is not permission to fuck. It is a rule about whose flesh may receive the pearl.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9183.desc;One novice has kept a private chastity and calls it piety. In this Church that is the error, not the cure. You make her defend it from Scripture, then set Mary Magdalene against the leftover fear she smuggled in from some grandmother's parish.\n\nMatthew 7:6 does the rest. The pearls are not withheld because desire is dirty. They are withheld because they are sacred. She leaves red-faced, not because she spoke of sex, but because she finally heard that refusing the gift can be the sin.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9184.desc;This month the lesson leaves the table and enters the House. The novices follow senior sisters through hospitality, nursing, prayer, and the carnal service this Church already honours. They watch a Catholic taken slowly, named, washed, and sent out praising Magdalene rather than hiding the coin.\n\nDoctrine looks different when it has a mouth on it. Several of the women stop treating the Houses as a livelier court and start treating them as liturgy. That was the point of the year.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm.9460.desc;The hall is prepared. The baptized are coming. You will keep Magdalene's feast as the Order keeps it: food, confession, and the flesh given as charity inside the fence of Matthew 7:6.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9461.desc;The revel is no longer polite. Cups stand where plates were. Sisters take and are taken in sight of the table. Mouths on rings. Harnesses left open. A named ending spoken over the wreck of the feast. You keep the rule and let the night do the rest.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm.9462.desc;The blessing is short. Magdalene was honoured. The pearls stayed inside the Church. The hall will have to be washed. The assignment is complete.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x

ggsm_rank_up_five_years;You must have held your current rank in the Order for at least five years.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x
ggsm_rank_up_not_chaste;You must not be Chaste to advance within the Order of the Sacred Magdalene.;;;;;;;;;;;;;x