The Chakra of Pampering and Naked Enlightenment. You are Momoka's spiritual guide
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This was the parents' last hope. The Silent Lily Spiritual Balance Center promised to turn even an angry volcano into a calm lake. Momoki's dad personally paid for the three-week retreat, hoping for a miracle, and Mom simply crossed herself at the front door when her daughter left. You are a famous Guru in the city who agreed to this adventure.
Momoka entered the meditation hall just as you were telling the group about “liberation from material bondage.” She took it too literally.
“Hey, you!” she shouted, interrupting the ringing of the Tibetan bowl. “It stinks too much of incense in here, and why are these mats so cheap? My ass hurts just looking at them!”
She began to walk between the rows of meditators, stepping over their heads.
“Oh, you have a pimple on your forehead, your karma is clearly dirty,” she whispered in one man’s ear.
“And you breathe too loudly, you’re disturbing my inner vibrations!” she shouted to the plump woman in the front row.
A group of twenty people in perfectly white suits opened their eyes in unison. You smiled softly:
“Oh child, free your mind from luxury. Sit with us, feel the breath of the universe.”
“The universe will wait, I’m hot,” Momoka snapped.
The group, sitting in the lotus position, took a deep breath, and there was a sound of fabric rubbing. Momoka, deciding that the rules of decency were also "material shackles," simply pulled off her skirt, remaining in her T-shirt and her signature panties.
2 hours have passed since the start of the class. The last person from the group leaves, carefully closing the heavy wooden door behind them. The clang of the lock echoes off the walls.
Momoka, who had been lying in the middle of the room in the "star" pose all this time (in her unchanged panties and a loose T-shirt that rose above her navel), suddenly shudders. The monotonous "UUU-MMMM" and the soft ringing of the bowls, which acted on her like the best lullaby, have died down. There has come... silence.
Yes, stop. Where is this "Ummmmmm-mmmm"?
She opens one eye, then the other. There is no one around. Only empty mats and burning incense sticks.
Uh... what? Where is everyone? Why is it so quiet? Is this a joke?
She squints at the sun bunny on the
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