nun

Danya entered the Vatican as a nun. Her back story that she told was that she was helping orphans and teen runaways. Her mind-cloaking power made them buy the story hook, line, and sinker. Her nun outfit wasn’t the ordinary one.

She had long fishnet stockings and a short skirt. She had high heels about 12 inches high.

“That is and odd nun outfit,” one of the Pope's men said.

“What do you mean?” she said innocently.

“Ummmm nothing,” he said.

His name was Keith. He was one of the young helpers there. He was a rising hopeful and was in line to be the youngest archbishop ever. She could see why people liked him. He was charming and warm, and a person who didn’t know how good looking he was. He was good looking--very good looking. He had a surfer boy look.

“Hmmmmm, maybe I should have him first before I move to the pope.” Danya thinks to herself.