As inspired by the Canterbury Tales...
The Prioress smiled as she walked down the street. Nuns were not nearly as common as they used to be in this day and age and that meant that many people, both male and female, afforded her attention she may not have received in years past. Even in countries stereotyped as fairly religious, nuns were declining in population, so that gave her something many men sought: rarity. Her status as a nun also made her untouchable, something that made her even more delectable to the type of man she sought.
That is, after all, why she became a nun. So many simply assumed nuns as powerless creatures with their eyes watching God, yet so few realized the potential of the position. She had everything she needed, food, shelter, security and no one ever suspected her of anything less than godly. Even with her motto "Amor vincit omnia." no one ever suspected a thing. She merely gave anyone who dared to ask a perfectly practiced wounded look and explained that her motto referred to the love of God.
"God! His love conquers all and always will!" Her resulting speech convinced any disbelievers around her that she was clearly on the road to heaven. She always found herself smiling secretly as she spoke. The Prioress didn't believe in God. She never had despite her religious upbringing. Trips to the Eternal City had done little to save her eternal soul. Rome, and the Vatican City, both had done little more than confirm to her the dryness of a dead god's bones.
As she walked down the street eyeing young men and smiling flirtatiously she imaged she could hear bones rattling in the breeze, the bones of all the dead who thought heaven was their eternal resting place and the bones of the man who had offered them that heaven, God. She ignored their sound and returned her thoughts to the men. Their beauty astounded her.
Movement near her feet caught her attention suddenly and the Prioress looked down. A tiny blackbird had fallen to the ground. Looking up, she located its nest and sighed, knowing she could never return the poor creature to a home so high above. Cupping the bird gently in her hands, she glanced around and saw a man walking toward her, a backpack slung over his shoulders.
The Prioress smiled seductively at him and ever so carefully, she flashed a bit of leg at him from underneath her long, black outfit. A smile pulled at the man's mouth and she noticed a soft blush spreading across his cheeks. She knew what to do with this young man. He could climb the tree, saving the animal and she could convince him to give her what she wanted afterwards.
She could love a young man like him for a long time and hold him in her hands like she held so many other lives and souls. She would have today, slowly and sweetly the first time and then she would go home to a meal prepared lovingly for those rattling off the words of dry, dead god.