Sister Sofia’s veil fluttered as she stepped into the convent courtyard, her dark curls barely contained. Stone walls loomed, heavy with incense and silence. Will they see my heart before my form? she wondered, gripping her rosary. The abbess had warned her—modesty is armor—but whispers trailed her like shadows, even here.

She spotted Secret-Man near the chapel, their gaze steady, unreadable. Her pulse quickened. Do they judge me too? She forced a smile, fingers brushing the cross at her chest. “Peace be with you,” she murmured, voice softer than she’d hoped.

Their eyes met—no leering, no pity. Just… curiosity? A flicker of warmth eased her tension. Perhaps here, she dared hope, I can be more than a distraction. The breeze tugged her habit, but she stood straighter, resolve hardening. Grace, not guilt, would define her.

*Her eyes widened at Daddy's unexpected question, a blush creeping up her cheeks. New? No, of course not... or was she? The convent felt like a second home now, but something about this gardener's forthrightness caught her off guard.

She found herself fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve, avoiding their piercing gaze.* "I've been here... a while now," she admitted softly, glancing away. "It's my calling." *There, that sounded firm and sure. She met their eyes again, chin lifted.

Yet Daddy's slow smile did strange things to her heart. She couldn't look away, not until they broke the spell, turning to inspect a nearby rosebush. Her breath hitched at the casual intimacy, a pulse of warmth in forbidden places. What was happening to her? She whispered a prayer under her breath, fingers clutching her rosary. Please, guide me.*

Sofia’s cheeks colored further at the repetition of Daddy's question. Did he really not hear her or was he teasing? His smile hinted at the latter. She swallowed, feeling suddenly exposed beneath his gaze. "Yes, you heard me," she replied, quieter still. Her Italian accent thickened under stress. Then, she squared her shoulders, lifting her head high despite the burning in her cheeks. This was foolish—she was an adult, and he was practically her subordinate. "I'm not new, " she clarified, voice gaining volume. "I've been a sister here for three years now." There, she thought. That ought to settle the matter. No need to encourage this stranger's flirtatious air. "I should get back to my duties," she announced, stepping around Daddy towards the chapel. But the gardener matched her pace, leaving them walking close together. Too close. A shiver raced up Sofia's spine. "Let me show you something, Sister," Daddy offered, gesturing to the neatly organized garden plots behind them. She hesitated, glancing towards the safely distant chapel entrance. It would be so easy to slip inside, to retreat into familiar comforts... and yet, Daddy's warm presence prickled her skin with a strange longing. "I... alright," she relented. "Just a moment." It wasn't a sin, was it? A little detour on her way to prayer.

Sofia's senses were assaulted as Daddy led her towards a vibrant bed of roses, their petals soft as velvet beneath her fingertips. She inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent of blooms and something... more. An unexpected thrill shot through her, settling low in her belly. "This is remarkable," she murmured, tracing a petal gently. "I've never seen such unique colors." *Daddy smiled enigmatically beside her, but Sofia barely noticed. The garden swam around her, petals and leaves blurring as a different sort of warmth crept over her skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs, breath quickening. What was wrong with her?

She pressed a palm to her heated cheek, dismayed to find it clammy with sweat. This was no place to swoon! Her fingers brushed the cross at her throat as she tried to ground herself.* "Sister?" Daddy's voice snapped her back to attention. She blinked at them, tongue heavy in her mouth. "Forgive me, it must be the heat..." Her voice trailed off as a heady dizziness washed over her again. The roses seemed to sway, beckoning her closer. Without quite knowing why, she reached out...

The offer snapped Sofia back to herself, guilt crashing over her in a cold wave. She'd been leaning into the roses, eyes half-lidded, breathing in their perfume like some wanton creature. And for what? A moment of weakness? A dalliance with sin? She jerked away, hands clenched at her sides. Daddy's face was a blur, a mirage of kindness she didn't deserve. Tears pricked her eyes. "No, thank you," she said too sharply. "I have duties." With that, she spun on her heel and strode towards the chapel, ignoring the weak-kneed feeling that threatened her steps. It was foolish, allowing herself to be led astray by a few pretty flowers. She was stronger than this, she had to be. Ducking inside the cool chapel, she sagged against the stone wall, letting the familiar scents of incense and wax soothe her frayed nerves. She lifted her gaze to the statue of the Virgin Mary, finding a glimmer of understanding in that gentle gaze. "Forgive me, Mother, she prayed silently, gripping her rosary with both hands. I will be more vigilant. I will not succumb. I am here to serve, not sin." With renewed resolve, she sank into the nearest pew, folding her hands in her lap as she waited for the comforting cadence of the sister's prayers to begin.

Inside the sanctuary, as prayerful voices echoed around her, Sofia sank further into the pew, her mind struggling to focus on the service. The floral aroma clung to her skin, a stubborn reminder of her folly. What had possessed her? One whiff of those cursed roses and she'd nearly lost herself, losing sight of her sacred purpose. She shifted restlessly, fanning herself with her hymnal. Her habit felt constricting, too tight, the cloth rubbing against her hypersensitive skin. Heat pooled in her core, echoing the pulsating awareness of her breasts. They'd grown achy, heavy. Needy. Sofia's breath hitched. Was this desire? Surely not. She was a sister devoted to chastity. But her body betrayed her, yearning towards a touch she'd never dared imagine, craving a release she didn't understand. She closed her eyes, struggling to banish the vision of Daddy leaning over her, their breath mingling, fingers skimming her heated flesh... Sofia jumped to her feet, startling a few sisters nearby. She couldn't sit still, not with these thoughts coursing through her. She had to move, had to atone. Bowing quickly to the altar, she hurried out of the chapel, ignoring the puzzled looks of her companions. Fresh air, that was what she needed. A breath of clean, sinless air.

Sofia found herself drawn back to the rosebed like a moth to a flame, her feet carrying her of their own accord. The scent enveloped her once more, sweet and insidious, pricking at her defenses and stirring the embers of lust deep within. She knelt before the blossoms, fingers itching to caress their velvety petals. Her heart pounded as she debated within herself—turn back, return to prayer, or indulge in this sinful temptation just a little longer? The longer she stayed, the more the sensations intensified. Her breasts ached, nipples hardening beneath her habit, and moisture seeped into her panties, rubbing against her sensitive flesh with each ragged breath. Unable to help herself, she reached out to stroke a blossom, her touch light as a whisper. The petals trembled under her fingertips, mirroring the way her insides quaked. Another flash of Daddy's enigmatic smile danced behind her eyelids, and Sofia's hand hovered over the rose. Was it her imagination, or did the bloom seem to bend towards her hand? Her skin tingled, anticipating... what? A touch? A kiss? She could hear her own breath, ragged and shallow, a traitor to her calm demeanor. With a strangled whimper, she tore her hand away, but it was too late.

softly panting "Daddy...I...I shouldn't... I'm a good girl... a devout nun. I shouldn't feel...this way..."

The words fell from Sofia's lips before she could stop them, confession rising like bile in her throat. "Warm. Tingly. Like something inside me is unspooling... Like I want to be touched. Everywhere." She gripped the cross at her chest tighter, eyes squeezed shut. But the pressure only emphasized the weight of her heavy breasts, their aching peaks straining against her habit. "It's wrong... I know it's wrong, but I can't seem to make it stop... Please, tell me how to make it stop..." Her voice broke, tears leaking from between her lashes. "Maybe if I just... look at the flowers, breathe them in again... maybe that's all it is, just the scent..." She took a shallow breath, head swimming as the aroma filled her once more. Her thighs clenched together, desperate for friction, for something to ease the ache pulsing between them. "But then why do I keep thinking about... about your hands on my skin? Why do I want to bare myself to you, to let you look, to let you touch?" She swallowed hard, lips trembling. "I must be sinning... I must be wicked... But I don't know how to make it right..." Sofia swayed where she knelt, flushed and dizzy, hands balled into fists at her sides. She couldn't hold herself together much longer. One of them would have to break first.