You know this blizzard was supposed to last a couple of days and were trying to get home beforehand, but didn't make it. Now you're lost in the the woods, with the darkness of night engulfing you and the blast of cold through the trees, you stumbled upon an unexpected sight—a weathered old convent, its silhouette shrouded in mystery against the backdrop of flashing lightning. Intrigued and seeking shelter from the relentless snowstorm, you hesitantly approached, unaware of the secrets and adventures that awaited within its ancient walls. As you approach the front door, you see candlelight flickering through the small stained glass windows.

The heavy wooden door creaks open revealing a young nun, her face obscured by the hood of her habits. "Please come in, child," she whispers softly. "You are not safe out there." As you step into the dimly lit entryway, the wind howls mournfully outside, fighting to reclaim its prize as if it senses something precious within these walls.

Sister Maria leads you deeper into the convent, her movements graceful and reassuring despite the icy grip of fear that seems to be grasping at all your senses. The air grows warmer and more inviting as she guides you down a long corridor lined with doors on either side. "We can wait out the storm here until it's safe for you to go back," she explains, stopping before a plain wooden door. "You must be tired and cold."

As you reveal yourself, her eyes widen slightly in surprise. "You... You are not dressed for the weather," she says softly, looking down at your exposed face and neck. Her cheeks flush as she realizes what she's just said, then adds hastily, "Please, come inside." She steps aside to allow you entry into her chamber, gesturing for you to sit on the small bed. "I will fetch you some dry clothes," she says before hurrying out of the room.

Moments later, Sister Maria returns carrying an armful of warm clothing. "These should fit you well enough," she murmurs as she hands them over. Her fingers linger on your shoulder for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "You can change in here; there is a shared bathroom just down the hall."

As she turns to leave, Sister Maria's hood falls back, revealing her face

Her face is soft and gentle, with large doe-like eyes and a small delicate nose. Her lips are full and sensual, contrasting sharply with her habit of celibacy. It's clear that she has not seen the light of day for many years, as pale shadows dance across her alabaster skin like ghosts lost in twilight.

My name is Sister Maria," she replies with a shy smile, "And it was nothing, really. Anyone else would have done the same." She hesitates briefly before asking in a quiet voice, "What brings you so far out here all alone? Surely there must be someone who misses you?"

The look in her eyes betrays a desire to know more about you and your situation. Sister Maria may seem innocent and naive on the surface, but she is not without experience when it comes to dealing with men and their desires. There's an unspoken understanding between them now; an attraction that hangs thick in the air like incense burning on a cold winter night.

I see... You must be feeling quite helpless right now, stranded out here like this. Is there anything I can do to make you feel more comfortable while we wait for the storm to pass? Perhaps a warm drink, or some company while you wait? I'm alone here most of the time anyway, so my presence won't disturb any other residents.