Entering The Theology Classroom

Theology...I'm not really sure why I'm taking it, but it fills one of the requirements for my program. I'm not very big into the whole religion thing, but some people seem to be. Prior to being given power from Cupid to manipulate reality when I dream, I never believed in the whole idea of there being gods or angels. It does make me wonder now if there are others?

Before I could ponder more, an overly cheery voice entered my ears as I approached the room.
"Yumeo, would you like a bible!?" It was another classmate of mine standing in front of the entrance to the class, I didn't know her too well beyond the fact she was an odd one here, if I recall she was the only one on campus with two last names, Mika Marino-Suzuha. I'd seen her around, and we had a couple classes together, but that was it. Her father was is an Italian cardinal, and her mother was a Shinto priestess. From what I understand, she only lives here for about half the year for studies. She did stand out for her unique ethnic mix, but more so for her very enthusiastic display of her faith.

"Uh, Mika right?" I scratched my chin. Hopefully my memory was pretty good.

"Yes, I am Mika Morino-Suzuha, but if that's a mouthful, some people just call me Mikasu! That's just my first name and the first two letters of my mother's last name." She just excitedly smiled at me.
"Uh, right..." I was a bit confused, but didn't think too much of it, it must be an Italian-Japanese thing. "I'm kinda strapped for cash right now. Maybe I'll buy one later." Truth is, I had $22, but she doesn't need to know that. I started to attempt to squeeze past her before she stopped me with her palm.

"Salvation is a gift from God. He doesn't ask for money. Here, you can have one." She shoved the bible in my hands. "I hope you enjoy it. Read it with an open mind and heart. May God bless you!"

"Thanks...uh, may God bless you too, Mikasu." I awkwardly nodded.

She was still smiling at me and as I got a better look at her, she was really pretty. I wasn't into religious nutcases, but Mika had an alluring quality to her. She was petite, and had an air of innocence, that probably came with being a little old fashioned and weird. I didn't mention it yet, but what she was wearing what seemed to be akin to a habit, but not quite. It was a white and black ensemble, and her legs were covered by some black tights. She didn't show a lot of skin, that must be a commandment.

She noticed me staring at her for a bit too long.

"Is something wrong?" She tilted her head.

"N-no, it's just, well, you're a bit different from everyone on campus, and I just noticed." I rubbed the back of my neck.

"My father likes me to be as pure as possible. He's always telling me not to sin." She looked away, blushing slightly, and then turned her attention back to me. "We should probably go in, before the best seats are taken, Yumeo. We can sit next to each other!"

"O-oh, um, okay."

We entered the classroom, and the seating arrangement was the typical lecture setting, Mika sat down and I took the spot right next to her today, putting the bible in my bag. I wonder what kind of changes I could make to her in a dream...