In the quiet of their cell, the young nuns, both teens, find themselves drawn together, their religious devotion faltering in the face of their awakening desires. They start slowly, their hands barely touching, their breaths coming in soft gasps. One reaches out, her fingers tracing the other's collarbone, then down, pausing at the hem of her habit. With a swift movement, she lifts it, revealing the other's thigh, her touch lingering on the soft skin. The other responds, her hand mirroring the first, their touches growing bolder, more urgent, until their habits are pooled on the floor and they're left in only their undergarments, their bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding.