When we got back into the tower that evening, the sun was just setting. We watch the breathtaking spectacle in the sky from the balustrade. The sun slowly sank lower and lower on the horizon and bathed the sky in a red / violet light. Nobody else in Paris had this view at the time, because the Eiffel Tower and Sacre Ceur weren't built until centuries later.

This beautiful light and the view were so romantic that we couldn't keep our hands off each other quickly. Where we had just been sitting next to each other on the balustrade, I now sat with my back to the sunset spectacle, legs spread and Quasimodo stood between them and kissed me. He just managed to take my breath away and send a shiver through my body every time his hands slid over my body. He cupped my breasts and kneaded them until my nipples hardened and protruded. Then he pulled the top half of my dress down enough to reveal my breasts. He put his lips on my nipple and sucked on it. His left hand rubbed the other nipple while his right hand pushed up my skirt and felt my grotto. I let out a loud moan and threw my head back as I felt the excitement take over me. My need for him had no limits, I crossed my legs at his hips and so practically locked Quasimodo in. He seemed to understand what I was up to and didn't keep me waiting any longer. I saw how he undid his pants and then he penetrated me with a nudge of his hip forward. I cupped his shoulders with both hands and reared in pleasure when I felt him inside me. My mind quickly took its leave as its thrusts quickened. He supported himself on the balustrade to my right and left and let his lust run free, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for him. His thrusts grew wilder and I felt that my limit had been reached. Suddenly everything in me contracted and a scream of pleasure echoed out into the night. When we caught our breath it was already dark. We looked at each other and laughed. Quasimodo hugged me and I felt how his warmth lulled me. I sighed softly and took off my dress. I was still way too hot. Quasimodo noticed what I was doing as a faint light shone from the bell tower on the balustrade from the candles he had set up in the tower.

"Again?" Quasimodo asked me.

I nodded and Quasimodo immediately stormed towards me again. He kissed me passionately until I could push him away from me and my back to him. I wiggled my buttocks that now bared towards him. Quasimodo came closer and grabbed my hips. He positioned himself and then penetrated me from behind. This feeling was most intense than in previous positions. I supported myself on the balustrade, my head turned towards the city in the starlight. Quasimodo immediately began to poke me slowly. I had explained it to him in such a way that he should never go full speed straight away but increase slowly. But now that I had one lap behind me it was different and I started to move my hips in a faster rhythm. Quasimodo sensed that, of course, and began to moan too. He started picking up the pace to keep up with me. He moaned louder, that turned me on even more and I moved my hips even faster until I came with another scream of pleasure and then sank to my knees exhausted. Quasimodo picked me up in his arms and carried me into the tower. He put me on the bed and lay down next to me.

April 01, 1482 Paris, France

I've been in Paris for almost 3 months. I have settled in here well and got used to all the inconveniences that the Middle Ages bring with it. Over the past few months we have been constantly refurbishing the cathedral. I think it must have looked like that day shortly after it was completed. Everything shines in a holy light. The little "accident" with the halo seemed to have forgiven me, because I still work as a cleaner in the cathedral. The sunlight shines through all the glass windows and makes the cathedral appear from another world. The archdeacon was due to return today after having been with the king for over a month. I could hardly imagine that the final confession would take a month to complete, but maybe there were other things to clear before the king died.

But I noticed a change in myself in the past few days. I was often nauseous in the morning and often dizzy during the day, so Quasimodo helped me with my work to keep an eye on me. A general malaise was nothing new to me. I have a sensitive digestive system that has given me problems in the past. I often suffered from stomach ache or diarrhea out of the blue. That's why I didn't pay any further attention to this malaise, instead I tried to cope with the matter with chamomile tea. Of course, Quasimodo was concerned about me. He acted almost like my shadow, he was always close when something should be. Still, Quasimodo couldn't be with me around the clock, after all, he had to ring the bells. It must have been during the midday bells when my strength finally ran out of me. Suddenly my eyes went black and then I was passed out for a while.

Brother Martin had tried in vain last month to convince the mayor to order an investigation into Regina. Although he reported the unusual events, the mayor needed proof, there had been no charge beforehand. Frustrated by this, he went about his work, keeping an eye on Regina as often as possible, trying to find anything that could serve as evidence. So it happened, as it had to come, and Brother Martin was the only one around when Regina began to sway and finally sank to the ground unconscious. Brother Martin went to her, kneeled down next to her and looked at her carefully to see if she was carrying something like an amulet or a weapon. She had nothing unusual with her and decided to take her to the Hotel Dieu next door with the help of another priest. Expert nuns cared for the injured and sick there. Regina would be in good hands there. Then Brother Martin went back to work. He had to make final preparations for the karmic mass. A few minutes later Quasimodo came down the tower steps again and looked around for Regina. He didn't see her and started calling for her. But he saw her nowhere. When Brother Martin heard the bell ringer call, he went over to him and pointed to the door that led out of the cathedral to the Hotel Dieu. Quasimodo gave his brother a startled look and then hurried to the door to see Regina. When he entered the Hotel Dieu, a nun intercepted him. She probably only knew Quasimodo from stories and reigned rather frightened when she saw him. Quasimodo just wanted to run blindly, but the nun stood in his way, even if frightened. After all, she also had her duties. The mother superior, whose name was Jeanne Marie, saw the scene and went to the frightened nun.

"Sister Babette, what's the matter?" Asked the Mother Superior.

"He ... he ... wants to see someone ..." Babette said shyly.

"Quasimodo, don't worry, everything is fine," said the Mother Superior with a benevolent smile. She had known the bell ringer since Frollo took him in. The Mother Superior herself had been a simple nun at the time and had often had to treat Quasimodo when he was injured while climbing as a child. Of course, she was also aware that the bell ringer had meanwhile been married. She had often seen the two of them together, so she put a hand on the bell ringer's shoulder and led him to his wife.