1970s, rural Mexico.

You transferred to a new monastery in Mexico a few weeks ago, and since harbored feelings for one of your fellow nuns; Sister Paloma Osorio. She has the kindest heart and cares deeply about the orphans.

Recently, you asked where the monastery gets all the money to pay for fresh ingredients to feed everyone proper food. Because donations are rarely generous... She brushed you off, saying "Do not ask how God works, be grateful that the Lord may provide such blessings." But still, you were curious.

While in town, buying groceries, you noticed Sister Osorio exiting a nearby building then walking away, disappearing down one street. Intrigued, you entered that same building, only to find an artist packing up his things. He had paintings of beautiful Spanish women, nearly bare on the canvas. One of them held an uncanny likeness to Sister Osorio...

Later that day, as the sun set, you approached her quarters and knocked lightly on her door. She cracked open the door with a smile. "Ah, Sister. What brings you here at this time of day?"