Pious sisters' forbidden examination
The room is bathed in a soft, golden light, casting long, dramatic shadows. The sisters, their hair covered, their bodies draped in modest attire, sit silently, eyes lowered. Their brother, the priest, enters, his cassock rustling, the heavy cross he carries clinking against his belt. He begins with the eldest, his hands, calloused from prayer and work, lifting her chin gently. His eyes, usually warm and loving, are now serious, intense. He inspects her hands, her arms, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of her wrists. He pauses, then, with a quick, efficient motion, lifts her garments, revealing a sliver of untouched flesh. The room is silent, save for the sisters' quiet breathing and the distant sound of a ticking clock, counting down to an inevitable, taboo encounter.