She checks her Reflection.

Deciding to go ahead and hang it up in the corridor, Sister Anne picked up the mirror and placed it on a couple of boxes to make sure her reflection was clear. She did not want to hang a mirror that would give of a distorted reflection for anyone who looked at it.

As Sister Anne was looking at the mirror, the mirror started to fog up. Then the fog disapeared to reveal a woman that was being savagely fucked by a man behind her. Eyes wide open , hands covering her mouth, and the fear in her mind Sister Anne could not believe these images where still here. She thought she had destroyed this evil of lust but right there in front of her was proof that it had indeed remained.

Once again seemingly teasing her, for as the man was having his way with the woman from behind, her breasts were pressing against the mirror glass and her lips were kissing the glass as though someone was kissing her back. The woman continued to behave this way as she occasionally looked at Sister Anne with the most lustrious eyes Sister Anne had ever seen. Warmth was building up in Sister Anne from the display she was witnessing in front of her. Part of Sister Anne was yearning to give in, to feel this woman's lips, to feel her breasts, to feel her lust and desire.