The nun, her glasses glinting under the dim light, leans in close. Her breath, warm and inviting, washes over him as she begins her hypnosis. "Look into my eyes," she commands, her voice a velvet caress. He's entranced, his gaze locked onto her glasses, the reflection of his own eyes staring back at him. She guides him, her voice a soothing melody, her lips a distracting symphony of curves and colors. She's his puppet, his master, and he's hers to control.