In the dim light of the nunnery, Ariella Ferrera and Jasmine Jem exchange knowing glances. They slip away to the chapel, the scent of incense thick in the air. Ariella pins Jasmine against the cold stone wall, their lips meeting in a feverish kiss. Jasmine's hands roam, cupping Ariella's breasts, pinching her nipples through her habit. Ariella responds by hiking up Jasmine's skirt, her fingers finding Jasmine's clit, rubbing it in tight, urgent circles. They trib, their moans echoing off the vaulted ceiling, their juices mixing as they chase their taboo pleasure.