Love Letters of a Portuguese Nun

How could you do this to me?

You've cast your mother into poverty.

l'm glad to get you out of my sight.

You can be sure of that,

since Christ's brides of Serra d'Aires

are neither allowed to leave the convent

nor to indulge in secular pleasures.

- Does that mean l won't see Mother?

- No. They won't be that strict.

The novices are kept away from temptation.

No man apart from me is admitted.

As you know,

the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.

But hurry now.

God willing, we will hopefully

be on our way before nightfall.

Reverend Father,

is Serra d'Aires very far from here?

Far enough by horse and cart.

Definitely too far on foot.

Halt!

This is now your home.

lt's not how l imagined it.

The abbey is famous for its architecture.

She really is a charming young thing.

What's your name?

You will address me as

''Reverend High Priestess''.

- l didn't know that.

- How could someone like you know?

l'm sorry.

Are you...still a virgin?

Yes, Reverend High Priestess.

Lift up your dress, please.

l need to know if your claim

is representative of the facts.

Don't feel embarrassed

in front of Father Vincente.

He is your protector,

the disciplinarian of your young soul

and also of your body.

So lift up your skirt, please.

She's as good as a little lamb.

We'll have an easy time with her.

No, lift it up higher.

Even higher.

More.

That'll do.

- You're not wearing bloomers?

- We're poor. l don't have any.

No wonder that you tend to have

a lewd imagination.

Spread your legs now.

Come on. Wider.

You have to relax.

Don't tense your muscles.

Relax them.

You are quite wilful, l can sense it.

You must be more obedient. Only then...

will we reach our goal.

Now, do you see?

Yes.

That's right.

That's right. You are untouched.

Rate this script:(0.00 / 0 votes)