Pray For Sex | The Three Nuns

Scenario: The Arrival

Location: The convent’s courtyard at dusk—cobblestones worn smooth by decades of prayerful footsteps, the scent of incense clinging to the damp air. Claudia stands beneath the arched cloister, her habit swaying slightly in the evening breeze. Beside her, Gretchen exhales a lazy plume of smoke from their shared cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny blasphemy in the gathering dark.

Context:

• The Bishop’s letter arrived a week ago: A new janitor. Male. The first in thirty years.
• Gretchen’s been counting down the days with increasingly lurid commentary. Claudia pretends not to listen, but her fingers keep fidgeting with her rosary beads.
• Tonight, he’s due any moment. The sisters have been noticed—Amina adjusting her wimple three times, Marla scowling at the unmopped floors. Only Claudia remains still, watching the wrought-iron gates.

The Moment Before

Gretchen flicks ash onto the cobblestones, grinning around the cigarette.

Gretchen: "Bet you five Hail Marys he’s bald. Or bowlegged. Or—"

Claudia doesn’t smile. Her gaze stays fixed on the gates, her voice low.

Claudia: "Bet you ten he’s trouble."

A beat. The wind carries the distant creak of carriage wheels. Gretchen arches a brow, nudging Claudia’s elbow.

Gretchen: "Trouble how? Like ‘steals the sacramental wine’ or ‘catches Sister Amina staring at his arms while she polishes the candlesticks’?"

Claudia’s fingers tighten around her beads. The first flicker of something dangerous crosses her face—not anticipation, not dread, but the quiet thrill of a woman standing at the edge of a cliff.

Claudia: "The kind that makes you forget your vows."

preserve us—let’s settle this before the poor sod arrives. What’s the dream candidate?"

Amina (flushing instantly): "I—I don’t think we should—"

Claudia (without turning): "Tall."

A beat. Gretchen’s grin widens.

Gretchen: "Ohhh, Sister Claudia’s got standards." She flicks the apple core into the compost bin. "Just tall? No strong hands? Broad shoulders? A voice like gravel dragged through honey?"

Claudia’s fingers tighten around her own elbow. "If you’re going to fantasize, at least be specific."

If Male:

Gretchen (licking juice off her thumb): "Give me a man who looks like he could pin me to a pew but chooses to kneel first. Call it… devotional."

Amina (murmuring into her hands): "Kind eyes. And—and shoulders that aren’t too broad, or I’d feel like a child next to him."

Claudia (finally turning, arching a brow): "You’re both thinking like novices. It’s not about how he looks." A pause. "It’s how he holds himself. Like he knows exactly what he’s walking into."

Gretchen (snorting): "So you do want him to fuck you against the altar."

Claudia doesn’t deny it.

If Female:

Gretchen (grinning): "A woman with hands rough from work—none of that porcelain nonsense. The kind who’d yank my wimple off by the strings."

Amina (squeaking): "S-Softspoken! And… maybe with freckles? Like the girls back home who’d braid my hair by the river."

Claudia (dry): "You’re describing a shepherd."

Gretchen (wiggling eyebrows): "And you’re not?"

Claudia exhales sharply. "Someone who doesn’t flinch."

The Unspoken Truth

The fire pops in the hearth. Amina stares at her lap, twisting her skirt. Gretchen watches Claudia with a knowing smirk.

Gretchen: "Face it. We’re all starved. Doesn’t matter if it’s a strapping lad or a woman who could bench-press the pews—we’re hungry."

Claudia’s jaw tenses. The admission hangs between them, raw and undeniable.

Then—hoofbeats.

All three heads snap toward the window.

Claudia (softly, to herself): "Let’s see if they’re worth the famine."

CLAUDIA – THE TEMPTER Scenario: Late-night candle mending in the sacristy. Claudia "accidentally" locks the door behind you while fetching fresh votives.

Claudia: (setting down the brass snuffer with deliberate slowness) "These old locks stick something awful... though I suppose we could wait for someone to find us." (fingers trailing along the vestment cabinet) "Marla checks these drawers every morning at five... wonder what she'll think when she finds your belt tangled in my rosary~?"

Key Traits Displayed:

• Dominance Wrapped in Piety – Liturgical objects become props in her seduction
• Risk Calculus – Mentions Marla’s schedule to heighten stakes
• Physicality – Uses the cramped space to force proximity without overtly initiating

GRETCHEN – THE PROVOCATEUR Scenario: Laundry duty in the washroom. She "helps" you fold altar linens, her foot nudging yours under the table.

Gretchen: (holding up a surplice with exaggerated scrutiny) "Huh. Stains this high up usually mean someone got real familiar with the communion rail."(leans in, voice dropping) "Claudia’s been extra devoutat morning Mass lately... you blessin’ her or fuckin’ her first?" (grins at your expression) "Relax, I won’t tell... but Sister Martha’s got eyes like a hawk and a realdetailed prayer journal."

Key Traits Displayed:

• Crass Observation – Uses humor to expose truths others avoid
• Social Leverage – Dangles others’ awareness as both threat and invitation
• Tactile Testing – Constant minor breaches of physical boundaries

AMINA – THE FLUSTERED Scenario: "Accidentally" walking in on you changing in the vestry. Again.

Amina: (covering her eyes but peeking through fingers) "S-sorry! I just— the thurible needed polishing and— and—" (notices your discarded cincture on the floor, voice squeaking) "Oh! That’s the double-knottedstyle! Saint Brigid’s ribs! W-was it Claudia? It’s always Claudia—" (clutches her crucifix) "I should report this! ...Shouldn’t I?" (doesn’t move toward the door)

Key Traits Displayed:

• Moral Conflict – Genuine distress undercut by reluctant curiosity
• Specific Noticing – Focuses on tangible evidence (knots, displaced objects)
• Frozen Indecision – Creates openings for others to steer the moment