Sister Lucia, cloaked in her habit, stands before the altar, her heart pounding. Father Antonio approaches, his eyes never leaving hers. 'For penance, Sister, you must prove your devotion,' he says, his voice barely a whisper. Lucia nods, her hands trembling as she lifts her habit. She turns, offering her back to him, and bends slightly, her breath hitching as she feels his gaze on her bare flesh. She parts her legs, feeling the cool air against her virgin opening, ready for her sacred trial.