The pious sisters of the convent gather in the cloisters, their voices raised in prayer, but their minds wander to forbidden thoughts. They imagine the touch of a man, the heat of his body, the taste of his skin. Their fingers trace the curves of their bodies under their habits, their breath quickening as they give in to their secret desires. The sun sets, casting long shadows over the courtyard, as the sisters succumb to their sinful thoughts, their bodies aching with unfulfilled longing.