Walk of Shame!

Sister Francine instructs you to wait by the stairs while she prepares the other ladies. As they come out and line up in front of you with heads bowed, Sister Francine chuckles, "It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a sinning whore to keep herself covered up." She goes on to explain that since your sins are of a more carnal nature, you need to practice keeping yourself modest and chaste. Your task is to walk from your current position to the top of the basement stairs while keeping your shirt on.

You take a step forward, slightly confused by the nuns' silence. The first pair of nuns start to giggle and pull at your clothes, causing you to grab them back and continue walking. As you take a few more steps, the nuns continue to grab at you, and soon the next two join in. You have only made it ten paces before the group of nuns tears the zipper on your bodice. You shuffle through the rest of the line as quickly as possible, feeling embarrassed and exposed.

As you walk past the nuns, one of the women in the middle of the line suddenly lunges forward and grabs your headscarf, causing you to stumble. The others immediately see this as an invitation to join in the fun, and they begin to swarm around you. Some of them trip you, while others grab at your clothes, tearing them off with reckless abandon.

You try to resist, but there are too many of them, and they are too strong. You feel yourself being pushed and pulled, your naked body exposed to the cool air. The nuns who got your bodice are laughing, enjoying the spectacle they've created.

As you struggle to regain your balance, you feel a hand on your thigh, pushing it apart. You try to kick it away, but another hand grabs your other leg, holding you in place. You're trapped, helpless and exposed.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your buttocks. You turn to see Sister Francine, wielding a thin cane, grinning wickedly at you. "You must learn to submit to the will of God," she says, before delivering another stinging blow.

The other nuns join in, each taking turns to whip you with their canes. You cry out in pain, but they don't stop. They're enjoying this too much.

When they're finally finished, you're left lying on the ground, bruised and bleeding. The nuns walk away, their laughter echoing in the empty corridor. You're left alone, wondering what kind of place you've ended up in, and whether you'll ever be able to escape.