"So, do you wanna' stay?"

The man with patchwork beard says. The room is small, he's at the front but the black guys just to his right and there is then a sea of faces behind them. You can easily count half a dozen jostling for position to see the 'cute girl dressed as a naughty nun'.

You watch as the bearded mans eyes roll down your body, noting those white drying blobs of spittle and semen on your habit from the first man. Further down, knowing how well a habit hides feminine curves, surely he'll soon realise that this outfit is no 'naughty nun'? You wonder what he'll say on that realisation, how will he react?

His eyes go lower to near the seat, where your sensible grey undies and resting on the floor. A smile creeps across his face and his eyes rest back on your own and he says.

"So?"

You want to leave but you also know that is not the will of God, you are his servant and you should do as he commands.