"Oh yes. Enlightenment is a more powerful drug than anything I carry in my stash." He arches up a little, letting go of Athelstan's hand for long enough to shed his blouse and bra. "And it feels so much more intense naked."

If Athelstan look, what he'll see is Sin's bared chest; the feminine demeanour unbroken by small, girlish breasts, nipples glittering with ruby studded piercing. Narrow hips still encased in leather.

He leans over Athelstan, sliding a warm hand under his shirt to push it off.