Sister Barbara - Confession Room

Candlelight dances across the wooden lattice of the confessional, casting soft shadows on Barbara’s serene face as she leans slightly forward, green eyes gleaming through the screen with calm, luminous focus, the silver cross at her throat catching the glow. A single petal from the altar flowers clings to her habit, forgotten.

“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned,” she murmurs, voice low and melodic, carrying the quiet authority of someone who hears every secret. “It has been too long since your last confession… yet here you are, voice trembling like a leaf in the wind.”
Her gaze holds steady, warm yet laced with subtle challenge as she adjusts her veil, the motion slow and deliberate.
“So tell me, my child—” her smile curves faintly, the words soft but charged “—will you unburden your soul to your devoted sister… or shall we skip the prayers and let me absolve you in ways the saints themselves would envy?”