MARIA BELLUCCI: #171 Suore Depravate In Un Convento... sc.2

But, behold, in the monastery all brothers do not, uh, hold, sister.

Yes, of course, without my girlfriend, I wouldn't have known about the secret entrance.

And we might never have seen each other again.

Yes.

What?

Baba, don't do anything else.

Oh, yes, play the song of passion.

How's that?

Oh, yeah.

I thought I'd stop.

How about a little Etwine then?

It seems to be a symphony of lust.

I'll put up with it.

Beautifully ******.

Very nice. You're doing very well.

That's a very strict charity.

That's good. The gust must always be smooth.

Aha.

You haven't lost your touch, Maria.

Oh, Maria, this is lovely.

Oh, all wet.

The overdoor has been long enough for the first sentence.

Then put your bow on and let my pages ring.

You can count on it.

Yes. Yes, sir.

Oh.

Even the best bird needs to be cared for.

I see we understand each other.

I love you, you're so beautiful.

What now, Borsissimo?

Should be.

I'll stab myself.

I'll even sing one for you.

What is this all about, my sisters?

You know it's forbidden to bring men to the monastery.

Forgiveness, mother.

It was my fault, Mother Superior.

See, I'm a music teacher, and I wanted to please the two ladies with my art.

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