Lorenzo was in the small wooden house, where he often stayed after his hard work in the small farm. He was acting that he's deaf and dumb, just to hook up the horny nuns. He just finished his work and was sitting on the poor made couch, with a white blanket on it. the whole small house was out of brown wood. It was messy inside. He was wearing his white dirty tunic with black trousers and black boots. He sighed as he relaxed on the couch, his eyes closing. He heard someone approaching—you.