Follow her

I might as well follow her, I thought, since she'd definitely tell people I'm here. There was obviously another man in the building who had already been claiming the women. My hunch about a paradise of unclaimed women had proven to be, predictably, a pipe dream. After several doors and a hallway we came to a more ordinary-looking wooden office door. The name plate beside it said "Msgr. Cattivo". The blonde nun rapped on the door quickly but loudly and waited for a response before opening it. The voice that had barked "enter" was masculine but high pitched, and the man attached to it was certainly distinctive.