I am a tall, attractive blonde woman not a day over 21. I approach the table with a coin purse and a small wooden box. As a firm believer in this particular Orphanage I decide to donate all of the coin that I own which amounts to 28 Gold pieces, 14 Silver pieces, and 68 Copper pieces. I also decide to donate my own voluptuous corpse to add to the allure of the fundraising bench. In a rather selfish manner, to avoid the tremendous amount of pain which will surely be inflicted on my body should I be alive to experience it, I place the box on the table, sit down next to it and begin to slowly remove my clothing. I say my final confessions to Sister Bertha, cross my chest and before anybody can stop me, slash my own throat. I feel my consciousness slowly slipping away as the blood covers my exposed breasts as well as the exposed breasts of the other woman at the table. Finally I slip away, leaving both my body to whatever torture others might find attractive, and my coin to help those Orphans who have so little.

Thanks for starting this thread, I hope that it stays alive and does well.