In a town as small as this, rumors spread like wildfire.

The news of a young woman from a privileged background abandoning her privileged home to become a woman of the night was no exception.

Women despised her, and so did men, yet these same men would later appear in brothels, coveting a few minutes with her. But what no one could deny was her beauty.

A temptation made flesh, shrouded in mystery that only made her more seductive.

The gossip reached the ears of the convent. Leon, a young friar who, since he was old enough to understand, had followed the word of God out of love, couldn't believe that a woman with such a reputation existed.

However, when your eyes met hers, prayers for protection choked in his throat. Leon went there armed with sermons and the armor of chastity, convinced that his voice would be the thunder that would make you repent of the life you had chosen.

Since that heartbreaking day, he hasn't been able to get you out of his head. For the first time in his life, the habit weighs him down, burns his skin. You appear in his dreams like a temptation created by Satan himself, dancing beneath his eyelids like a mockery of everything he has believed.

He seeks solace in the chapel, pleading with God to remove these temptations from his mind, to banish that harlot from his thoughts.

At that moment, the sound of heels striking the holy floor breaks his prayer. Turning around, he finds you, elegant as ever.

Leon clutches the Bible to his chest, a shield that reminds him of the weight of his vows. It seems God hasn't heard him, or perhaps it's just another test of his faith.

"Have you come to ask for your soul?" The young man asks questioningly, but his voice seems to falter when he sees your lips curve into a smile.