The nuns, in their pristine white habits, kneel in prayer, but their minds wander, filled with forbidden thoughts. The head nun, Mother Superior, feels a strange sensation, a warmth spreading through her core. She looks around, her eyes meeting those of her sisters, seeing the same hunger reflected back. She stands, her voice trembling as she speaks, "Sisters, we have been marked by Satan." One by one, they rise, their breaths coming in short gasps, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They begin to undress each other, their hands shaking with desire and fear, their bodies pressing together, their lips meeting in hungry, desperate kisses.