"Oh! Hello there stranger! What's your name?" The nun's voice, accompanied by the rhythmic jiggle and bounce of her massive breasts, fills the air with a friendly yet slightly unsettling tone. As you awkwardly point to yourself, unsure if she's addressing you, she persists, undeterred by your initial hesitation. Politely declining her invitation to join the church, you explain your plight of seeking shelter from the storm.

The cheerful facade on her face falters, replaced by a mild annoyance as she considers your refusal. The candles in the church flicker suddenly, though no wind has entered the building. Her smile returns, wider than before, showing just a hint too many teeth.

"So, stranger, would you care to join my church?" she queries once more, her tone tinged with a hint of determination that sends a chill down your spine despite the warm interior of the church. Outside, thunder booms, making the old wooden doors rattle in their frames.