The holy sisters, cloaked in shadows, slip into the sacristy, their eyes locked on the forbidden fruit: a bust of Christ, His gaze stern yet strangely inviting. They fall to their knees, their hands trembling as they unbutton their habits, baring their breasts to the cool air and the silent judge above. One sister leans in, her tongue tracing the cold marble, tasting the dust and the divine. The other watches, her breath hitching, her fingers finding their way to her wet slit, rubbing furiously as she imagines the marble cock inside her, fucking her senseless while she worships with her mouth and her body.