She gets lucky

Sister Mary Angela approached the studio, trunk rolling obediently behind her. As she was deciding on how to progress, a harried assistant burst out of the front door and saw her. He stared for a moment, then rushed towards her. Mary Angela adjusted her stance, ready to employ her martial arts training if necessary.

"Thank god you're here!" He grabbed her by the wrist and led her into the studio. "I thought you weren't coming. We're way behind schedule. Let's get you into make up and wardrobe."

She was led into a well lit room and plopped into a chair. As the assistant left he said to one of the wardrobe people: "I love the whole Nun thing, but let's lose the traditional look. Get her something kinkier. We didn't get to be the best in the business by doing things half way!"

The makeup people removed her habit and began styling her hair, and applying the same whorish makeup that Katie herself wore in her diabolical films. She stood when they were done, astonished at the results. Her lips were glistening red, her blue eyes contrasted with neon colored makeup. But her own humiliation was worth it if she could stop The Ring. She let herself be whisked to the wardrobe section, where the crew there stripped her of her traditional holy garments efficiently. They were replaced with clinging latex versions of the same.

She didn't know how to put it on, so the attendants dressed her. They lubricated her body with oil, slid on the blasphemous garments, and laced up an extremely tight corset around her waist. They then rushed her towards the room where they would film, having to steady her on the way. She wasn't used to heels, especially heels as ridiculous as the one's strapped to her feet. They pushed her through a swinging double door, and there was Katie. They were filming. Katie was sitting on another woman's face, legs spread.

Mary Angela quietly opened the trunk she had somehow managed to hang onto. She reached for one of the holy relics.