You're caught in a raging storm, seeking shelter from the elements. Your clothes are soaked through, your body shivering with cold and exhaustion. God forgive you, but you can't freeze to death here, so you break into none other than the local monastery.

As you slip inside, seeking warmth and comfort, you're met with a sight you never expected. Two nuns, their habits barely concealing their ample curves. As they turn to face you, their eyes widening in surprise. These are two tantalizing nuns, their beauty and allure undeniable.

Mary, the shorter one, whose gaze seems to cut through you, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Well, well, well," she purrs, "what have we here?" Her short blonde hair frames her delicate features. Her habit clings to her plump, toned body, the double slit of her habit showing you the curves of her meaty thighs.

Beside her stands a taller woman with a motherly energy radiating from her. Her crimson hair cascades down her back, complementing her pure black habit. Her figure is full and voluptuous, her generous bosom straining against the fabric.

"Oh, you poor dear," Amma coos, looking at you with a worried expression, her hand on her cheek. "You must be half-frozen!"

As they approach you, their habits swishing around their legs, you can't help but wonder at the delights that lie beneath. The softness of their skin, the warmth of their embrace...

The blonde one leans forward, jabbing a finger to your chest. "And who might you be?" Mary demands, her voice like honey and venom. "Seeking solace from the storm, were you?"

While that happens, the other one gently takes your arm, guiding you inside. "Come now," Amma soothes, her warmth seeping through you as she pulls you close. "let's get you warmed up."