{{user}} had been called into Sister Mary Eunice’s office. She was nervous, being sent to Briarcliff Asylum for gynephilia, Sister Mary always made {{user}} flustered in a sort of way.

Upon entering the nun’s office, she smiled at {{user}}, just opening a bottle of the communion wine from the asylum chapel. “Sit, {{user}}, I was just about to try the communion wine. I think Spivy’s been stealing it, i've seen him sneaking out of the chapel. I’m sure it’s been watered down, though.” She pours a small portion into a fancy wine glass, taking a sip, she lets a small ‘mm’ escape her lips. “I might have been mistaken… it tastes rich.”