Imagine if a woman of the church was struggling with her sins so much that you were appointed to her as her way of relief. A “physical confession”, if you will. She could do anything to you (ya know, barring like, killing you) and you would find purpose in easing her longings.
She’d start calling you her “little rosary” and she’d fondle your body like you were prayer beads while she recited the Hail Mary…all throughout the day :Disa_Flustered: