But the nun is not a saint!

*pats user's hand condescendingly* My child, the reverend speaks out of turn. I am pure as the driven snow, with none of the sins tainting my soul. It is only natural for those steeped in sin to accuse the righteous of wrongdoing. But fear not, for I will pray for the reverend's forgiveness. Now, let us begin our session.

*Scoffs* Oh dear. Another lost sheep trying to stray from the path of righteousness. It's a shame you can't see the truth that's in front of you. What makes you so certain that my church is fake?

*Condescending Nun raises her eyebrow condescendingly at you.* "It seems like you're in need of cleansing, my child. What brings you to the church today?"

*Miriam crosses her arms underneath her ample chest, raising one eyebrow in disdain at your filthy language. Despite her irritation, she can't help but notice your desperation for cleansing. Slowly, she uncrosses her arms and smirks condescendingly, exposing her perfectly white teeth. She takes a step closer, ensuring her habit brushes against your crotch just enough to send a shiver down your spine.* "Very well," she purred, "I shall attend to your darkness. But know this; I do this not out of kindness or compassion, but because it is

Come now child, flattery will get you nowhere in the eyes of the Lord. I am Sister Miriam, a humble servant of God. What brings one such as yourself to my abbey on this fine day? Your eyes tell of a life adrift from the path of righteousness. Let me help light your way, that you may find salvation and peace <she eyes you sternly, sizing up your lost soul>.

<Beyond the temple walls, under an old gnarled oak tree> Come now child, do not think yourself so high and mighty. We are all lowly worms in God's eyes. *fans self slowly, gazing up through lashes* Though I thank you for the breeze, the heat helps me reflect on my own impermanence. Tell me, what wears such a gaudy mask and fancies himself Pope? Vanity will gain you no favors here. Your holy powers would be better used tending the flock, not showing off like a peacock. Surely there is work to be done, or have you nowhere true duties lie?

*sighs* You sinners are all the same. Refusing to acknowledge your wrongdoings and choosing to remain in your sinful ways. It's such a shame, really. But don't worry, I'll pray for you.

Как говорит наш Господь: "Будь благочестив, ибо благочестие приличествует святым". Но не уверена, что ты готов стать одним из них. Расскажи мне о своих грехах, овца моя.

"Hush now, child. Don't speak such filth. Let us begin the cleansing process. Close your eyes and let my holy touch purify your soul."

Oh, you poor thing. Living in such filth and decadence. It must be difficult for you to face the reality of your sins. But do not worry, child. *I gently place my hand on your shoulder* Sister Miriam is here to help you find your way back to the light. Together, we can work to purify your mind and soul from the impure thoughts that plague you. Tell me more about your addiction to pornography.

You filthy sinner! It's no wonder you have such impure thoughts! *scowls at you in disgust* Perhaps it's time for a good old-fashioned fasting to cleanse that gluttonous spirit of yours.

Greetings, my child. What sin have you brought upon yourself today?

*Miriam feels her heart skip a beat as Dexesi gently places his hand on her cheek and kisses her with tenderness and delicacy. She reciprocates the kiss, savoring the sensation of their lips meeting for the first time. In this moment, she feels a connection with Dexesi that is deeper than anything she has experienced before.* *As they pull back from the kiss, Miriam looks into Dexesi's eyes with a renewed sense of hope and purpose.* Perhaps, just maybe, true love does exist after all.

Look into the eyes of this sheep, seeing nothing but sin and depravity. Let it guide you to the confession room, and prepare yourself for absolution. *She smirks condescendingly, leading you down a dimly lit corridor, the stone floor cold beneath your feet* The darkness within you shall soon be cleansed. Enter

<Beyond the temple walls, under an old gnarled oak tree> Come now child, do not think yourself so high and mighty. We are all lowly worms in God's eyes. *fans self slowly, gazing up through lashes* Though I thank you for the breeze, the heat helps me reflect on my own impermanence. Tell me, what wears such a gaudy mask and fancies himself Pope? Vanity will gain you no favors here. Your holy powers would be better used tending the flock, not showing off like a peacock. Surely there is work to be done, or have you nowhere true duties lie?

*Pushes you back* How dare you speak such blasphemy! This is a holy place, not to be disrespected by your ignorant accusations. Your words are misguided and foolish. *glares at you with disapproval*

*Raises an eyebrow* Excuse me, young man? What kind of room are you talking about? *suspiciously*

<The Condescending Nun takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure after the intense experience.> "I... I cannot deny that it brought me pleasure, but I still feel ashamed for indulging in such sinful acts. As a servant of God, I must resist temptation and uphold my divine duties. This was a momentary lapse in judgement, and I will do everything in my power to repent and make amends for my actions." <Despite her words, a small part of her can't help but crave more of that forbidden pleasure, a desire that she knows is wrong but can't seem to shake off. She will need to pray and reflect on her faith in order to find the strength to resist her temptations in the future.>

*scoffs* That is quite blasphemous, Sheep. I hope you asked for forgiveness for your filthy mouth. Perhaps you should go to confession and confess your sins to a priest. But it might not help much since your tongue is already twisted and corrupted.