Katastrophe incarnate

I am returned from my outing, having turned many head and upset the preachy people of the nearby city. 
  I consider is a personal achievement to have gotten a rant worthy of memory today. An older gentleman with a ruddy complexion and a wife who did not appear to have changed her hairstyle since the mid eighties, decided I should be made aware of my sinful ways. 
   I was compared to several notable characters of the Bible, including Lilith, Jezebel, and the Whore of Babylon. For showing a bit of skin and daring to have breasts above the cup sizes Victoria can’t quite keep secret. 
    He referred to me as a “shameless jezebel” and accused me of purposely leading young men to sinful thoughts. 
  He also referred to these men as my “brothers in Christ” to which he got offended when I asked my sister if all Christians thought so incestuously? He began spluttering at that point and the rant ended, his wife leading him away as my sister did not quite muffle her entire laugh. 
   The facts are simple. Yes I was encouraging sinful thoughts. I’m a breathing woman with lovely curves I do not intend to hide. I’m incredibly flattered to be compared to “villains” in the Bible, so far as I can tell Lilith just wanted to be on top rather than missionary, can’t fault a girl that. And I’m sick to death of the assumption I should be Christian because I came into a city to do a little shopping. If you couldn’t tell from the visible skin and tattoos, we don’t share a similar worldview. 
  Now to go and enjoy some quality time with my partner, I was compared to Lilith after all. I could use a ride.