Mary Agnes logs in

Following an impulse, she opened the phone's picture gallery. Just as she had feared, there was a whole series of photos of her taken by the little man. There were even a few short videos.

She gasped in horror as she looked at some of the pictures. In some of the snapshots, her skirts were puffed out so much that you could see her legs underneath. And not only that. It was even possible to see a hint of her knickers when she danced particularly wildly.

No one should ever see this footage. Without further ado, she deleted all the files before returning the device.

At the last moment, she pulled it away from Trapp's hand, which caught nothing. She carefully logged out of her account and waited until the log-off screen appeared.

"No offense," she apologized, "I don't actually distrust you. I just want to do everything properly and correctly."

"Of course you do, better safe than sorry. I can see that you do your job very thoroughly and professionally. And rightly so. There's far too much fraud with false identities."

"Thank you for your understanding. And now I must run to catch up with my sisters."

She turned and wanted to run back the way she had come.

"Wait," Trapp stopped her and pointed in a different direction, "if you take this alley and then keep to the right, you can shorten the route and get back to your friends more quickly."

"Oh, thank you very much, that's very kind of you."

The fairground operator looked after her with a smile until she had disappeared from his field of vision. Then he opened the key logger on his smartphone, which had recorded every tap and swipe. He quickly found the login details for Mary Agnes' account and saved them. He then logged in to her social media profile and changed the password.

Next, he restored the deleted image files and uploaded the juiciest ones to the monastery's online presence.

Satisfied with himself and what he had achieved so far, he danced to the beat of the rousing music to the children's carousel. The fairytale carriages, toy excavators and fire engines spinning in circles were just the right size for his small stature and he dropped into one of the padded seats. With nimble fingers, he twirled over the screen of his phone.

Ten minutes later, all male visitors to the carnival received a message via chat, text message or their favorite communication app. They read the content with curiosity and in some cases amazement. It contained login details for newly created accounts on the most popular social media, image-sharing and video platforms. There were links to the sites so that they could choose which service they wanted to sign up to depending on their preferences or needs - or even all of them at the same time.

The name of the profile was always the same: Indecent Sisters of the Order of the Permissive Mary.