Mary Josepha removes her top

Mary Josepha looked covertly to the left and right, as if she were doing something forbidden. Then she opened the door a crack and slipped through. A refreshing coolness immediately enveloped her.

It only made her damp clothes feel even more uncomfortable. She shivered and goose bumps ran all over her body. She shook herself and looked around.

Snow-white tent panels formed a small cube. The furnishings consisted of a single white stool, which didn't bother the nun, as she was used to a simple cell in the convent. A bar with coat hooks invited her to take off her cloak.

The room was opaque all around and after she had pushed the latch shut behind her, Mary Josepha felt safe enough to make herself a little more comfortable. She took off her black veil and the white hood she was wearing underneath. Long, curly black hair was revealed, which she shook up with an air of comfort.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief. Once again, she carefully inspected her surroundings. She was completely alone, no one could disturb her. And the itching under the multiple layers of clothing was really, really unbearable. She could still savor the aftertaste of the sweet and fruity drink in her mouth and there was a liberating lightness in her head. There was nothing wrong with heeding the gnome's advice and refreshing herself, was there?

She pulled the scapular, the outer robe, over her head and hung it on the hook. The black undergarment followed immediately. Now she stood in the tent wearing only her undershirt. She spread her arms wide to enjoy the cool breeze. A moist trickle between her full breasts tickled her. Her hard, pointed nipples pressed powerfully against the linen from the inside.

To relieve the tingling and burning in her lap, she scratched through the fabric, but with moderate success. Without further ado, she reached under her shirt and slipped her knickers off. She was displeased to see that the piece of underwear was completely soaked. With pointed fingers, she hung it on the clothes rail to dry.

Once again, her hand disappeared under the hem of the short shirt. She scratched intensely at the itchy spots. Relieved, she felt the comfort and relaxed.

Meanwhile, Mr. Trapp sat in a cabin reserved exclusively for him on the Ferris wheel and floated towards the sky. As soon as he had been out of sight, he had said goodbye to the small actress who had so convincingly portrayed the girl with the candy floss and hurried here.

With great pleasure, he watched the live stream of the cameras from the mythical creatures' tent on the display of his smartphone. The hot nun lived up to all his expectations. Her voluptuous female forms were clearly visible under the thin fabric of her last garment. Her beautiful, flowing top hair disproved the misconception that nuns shave their heads. And the dark, hitherto half-hidden triangle between her legs was an irresistible temptation for any onlooker.

The images would be a real treasure for the online portals he would upload them to. But the grand finale was still to come.