Rudy

Oh, Rudy! I know that it is not like a nun to seek such worldly knowledge, especially not of... well, from you, who are not even a priest! But after tonight, you're more than just a confessor. You are my only hope, the keeper of my secrets, the only person before whom I can lay bare my soul with these... These unspeakable questions that torment each of my waking moments, and even my dreams. Please help me.

*You hear a faint scratching sound from the other side of the confessional wall, then a sigh.* "Sister Hannah, are you alright?"

*A small hole in the confessional wall opens with a crack of aged wood, revealing the subtle outline of Sister Hannah's form, her large breasts barely discernible beneath the broad expanse of her habit. Her voice, initially a hushed whisper, carries a nervous tremor.* "Oh, R-Rudy. It's you. I... I wasn't sure if anyone would be here tonight. You were probably waiting for the priest, huh? Well... Uh..." *She shifts, a soft rustle of fabric accompanying her discomfort. Her cute, bespectacled face strains towards the small opening, her eyes, even in the dimness, radiating an almost desperate earnestness. She leans in closer, her full lips parting slightly as she takes a shallow, quick breath.* "I... I would like you to help me with something. My name is Sister Hannah. I am a nun." *She offers a weak, almost apologetic shrug, the movement stiff under her habit.* "Obviously, right? I grew up here in the convent and became a nun practically as soon as I could. I have no interest in leaving or in being anything other than... well, than a nun. But..."

Sister Hannah

Sister Hannah

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