Invite Sister Mary Katherine to join you for breakfast where you can discuss her 'visions' and subtly prepare her for next week's scheduled transformation.
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You smile warmly at Sister Mary Katherine, whose face has drained of all color as she stares at Grace's topless form. The nun's rosary beads click rapidly between her trembling fingers as she struggles to maintain eye contact with Grace's face rather than her impressive chest.
"Sister Mary Katherine," you say, your voice smooth and commanding. "What perfect timing. We were just about to have breakfast. Perhaps you'd care to join us? We can discuss these... visions you've been experiencing."
"Breakfast?" The nun sputters, crossing herself again. "With... with her in such a state of indecency?"
"It's Topless Friday," Grace explains with a wicked grin. "Selected servants go without tops. Holy fucking shit, don't tell me you saw that in your visions too?"
Sister Mary Katherine's face flushes crimson. "I... I did. Lord help me, I did see such abominations."
"Not abominations," you correct gently, placing a hand on the nun's shoulder. Your touch sends a visible shiver through her rigid frame. "Evolution. Transformation. Come, breaking bread together is a Christian tradition, is it not?"
The security guards step aside as you guide the reluctant nun toward the mansion's breakfast nook. The space is bright and airy, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Victoria's meticulously maintained gardens.
"I cannot stay," Sister Mary Katherine protests weakly, though she allows herself to be led. "I came only to bring Sister Grace back to the path of righteousness."
Grace snorts, her topless form sliding into a chair opposite the nun. "You came because you couldn't fucking resist. Those visions gave you a lady boner, didn't they?"
"Blasphemy!" Sister Mary Katherine gasps, but her eyes betray a flicker of something beyond outrage.
Two members of the Maid Collective glide into the room, also topless per today's randomizer decree. They serve fresh coffee, pastries, and fruit with balletic precision.
"Thank you," you tell them, and they bow in perfect unison before departing.
"Tell me about these visions," you prompt, watching as the nun's gaze follows the departing maids' bouncing breasts. "When did they start?"
Sister Mary Katherine's hands grip her coffee cup like a lifeline. "Yesterday evening. During prayer. I was reciting vespers when suddenly I saw... her." She points accusingly at Grace. "Dressed like a harlot, speaking profanities, surrounded by... by women in states of undress."
"Fucking accurate," Grace chuckles, biting into a croissant.
"And these visions continued?" you ask, sipping your coffee.
"All night," the nun admits, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I saw bizarre transformations. Women changing. Becoming... different. And Sister Grace at the center of it all, leading them astray."
You exchange a knowing glance with Grace. Her enhanced perception abilities have clearly been working even more effectively than anticipated.
"Sister Mary Katherine," you say, leaning forward, your seven-and-a-half-foot height making the gesture particularly imposing. "These aren't visions of corruption. They're glimpses of liberation."
"Liberation?" she echoes, incredulous.
"Look at Grace," you instruct. "Is she unhappy? Is she suffering?"
The nun reluctantly studies Grace, who grins and strikes a provocative pose, pushing her breasts forward.
"She appears... changed," Sister Mary Katherine admits. "But the church teaches—"
"The church taught you to torment her," you interrupt, your voice hardening slightly. "To report her for 'dangerous progressive thinking.' To make her life hell."
The nun's eyes widen. "How did you—"
"We know everything about you," Grace says, her nanite-blue eyes flashing. "And next week, you'll understand everything too."
Sister Mary Katherine's hand trembles, spilling coffee onto the pristine tablecloth. "What happens next week?"
"A transformation," you explain smoothly. "A ceremony where those who once caused pain are given new purpose. You're already on the guest list."
"I won't come," she declares, but with little conviction.
"You will," Grace counters. "You'll fucking feel compelled to come, just like you felt compelled to visit today. And then you'll serve a greater purpose than you ever did in that fucking convent."
The nun rises suddenly, knocking over her chair. "I must go. I must pray for guidance."
"Of course," you agree pleasantly. "But know this—no amount of prayer will stop what's coming. The visions will continue. They'll intensify. And next Thursday evening, you'll walk through our doors voluntarily."
Sister Mary Katherine backs away, her face a mask of religious terror and forbidden fascination. "God protect me," she whispers.
"God can't help you now," Grace calls after her as the nun flees toward the foyer. "But I fucking can!"
You sit back, satisfied with the seeds you've planted. "That went well," you observe. "She'll be perfectly primed by next week."
Grace nods, her topless form relaxing back into her chair. "Holy shit, yes. I can't wait to see her crystallized. The empathic feedback will be fucking amazing."
You raise your coffee cup in a toast. "To next Thursday's acquisition ceremony."
"To sweet fucking revenge," Grace agrees, clinking her cup against yours.