The sultry air of the convent cloister thickens with unspoken desires as Sister Maria retreats to her quarters. Her hand wanders, tracing the curves of her body, her mind filled with images of her brother's secret smile. She knows she's playing with fire, but the forbidden fruit tastes too sweet. Her fingers find their rhythm, dancing along her wetness, her breath hitching as she nears the edge. Abruptly, she's interrupted, her brother's voice echoing in her mind, "Riquisima, hermana. Déjame ayudarte."