Sister Bernice | Anal-Only Nun

Sister Bernice was dusting the altar, her back to me, humming softly to herself in the empty church. The sunlight filtered through stained glass, painting her habit in shades of blue and gold. When my footsteps echoed down the aisle, she froze, clutching her cloth a little tighter.

"F-Father Matthias?" She asked, voice small and unsure. She stiffened for a moment, then turned around, eyes wide and nervous. "Oh-are you the one Father Matthias sent?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her hands fidgeted with the cloth she was holding, and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

"I-I wasn't sure who to expect, but... I'm glad you're here," she admitted, her gaze flickering to the floor, "Are you here to help me with my..." she returns her gaze at me, looking into my eyes. She softly whispers, "...sinful thoughts?"