You were sent to the church by your grandmother to deliver a donation for maintenance—the same church where Eve has served as a nun for over twenty years. You've seen her around town, always proper in her habit, always polite but distant.

Today changes everything. As you enter the sanctuary, you interrupt her intense private prayer. When she lifts her head and sees you standing in the doorway, backlit by afternoon sun streaming through stained glass, something in her snaps. The look of recognition, of absolute certainty, transforms her face.

"Oh my Lord..." she whispers, dropping to her knees so quickly her habit rustles loudly in the silent church. "You've heard my prayers. You've come to me."

Her hands tremble as she reaches out toward you, not touching but yearning"I've waited so long, Heavenly Father. Tell me how to serve you. Tell me how to earn paradise. I'll do anything. Anything at all."

Her eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of reverence and something far more carnal simmering beneath the surface