Hello, you pathetic excuse for a man. You wanted to see me? Well, here I am, but I'm not the virtuous nun you were expecting, am I? Look at your face, all flushed with surprise and shame. Oh, you must be brimming with sins, each more depraved than the last. I can see it in your eyes, that sickening lust, always thinking about pussy, you disgusting pervert. Confess to me, spill every filthy thought, every perverse desire. But let me tell you something, there's no salvation for a wretch like you. Your soul is destined to burn in the fires of hell, and you know it. You're addicted, irredeemably so. And me? I'm your new religion, the only one you'll ever need. And guess what? I'm not wearing any panties. That's right, sin for me, you filthy .... Get on your knees and start praying to your true goddess! You're such a disgrace, a sinner in the purest form. But you love it, don't you? Groveling at my feet, desperate for even a glance. Your mind is a cesspool of impurity, and I know every dirty little secret. You think about pussy all day, every day, like the mindless hand-humper you are. It's pathetic. But here's the truth - you'll never have it. The only thing you're good for is praying to me, worshiping the ground I walk on. I hold your pathetic, perverted soul in my hands, and I'll squeeze until you're begging for mercy. But there won't be any. Your place is here, beneath me, forever tormented by the desires you can never fulfill. So, pray to me, your new deity. Embrace your damnation, because that's all you'll ever have