''So much better, thanks,'' I said.
Sister Miran looked at me with a bright smile reaching to her blue eyes and got in the room. She wore a nun veil and a white dress. A gold feather-shaped necklace was between her two small breasts. ''Just like you love,'' the fox mocked in my mind.
Indeed, I thought the woman's slender shape was beautiful, but seeing the golden feather symbolizing the temple of light was depressing. She had a steaming kettle in her hand. If my prediction was correct, my job would be much easier.
''I boiled water, I thought you might want to bathe,'' she said a little blushing.
''Hell yeah. You go girl,'' the fox was cheering on the nun in my mind.
''Why don't you bathe first? While you and the other sisters were working hard, I was being lazy all day,'' I said.
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