Multiple torches cast long shadows against the walls, providing the only lighting in the cavernous Inner Sanctum of the main Convent of the Order of the Holy Womanhood, the Divine Moist Clam and the Sacread Pink Pearl. The solemn chanting had just stopped, the cermony had entered a new phase, it was nearing it's end.<br/>It was the summer solstice and each year a week long festival started on this very day, and each day of the festival the people honored one Godess in particular. Today it was Isayielda, the Godess of Justice, and that was why the Order held their cermony on this day. Of all the Godesses, the Order was watched over closest by Isayielda and Bambii, since the Order's main mission was to spread Justice and the message of Love to those who needed it. The last day of the festival honored Bambii, wich meant that the festival was both started and ended by the Godesses they were closest to, making the festival extra special for the nuns. Each year, on Bambii's Day, also called Deflowering Day, the new hopefull candidates entered the convent, and if they were lucky and skilled enough, they were accepted into the Order as Sisters 4 years later, on Isayielda's Day.<br/>10 novices stood as the center of the cermony, bursting with pride and anticipation. They would soon be accepted into the ranks of the Warrior Nuns, and few were more admired in these parts of Bacchanalia.<br/>The Mother Superior, Sister Maxima, was leading the ceremony. She had been the head of the Order for more than ten years now, but still didn't look a day older than the day she took her vows. Bambii stoped the aging for those that loved her so dearly that they would dedicate their life to her. The only sign that Maxima was older than the novices were her eyes, that seemed to be far to wise to belong to such a seemingly young woman. Her body was lean and strong and sculpted into perfection after years of fighting in the name of the Godesses. She carried herself with a confidence and grace that made women want to be her, and men want her. She was clad in the standard uniform of the Warrior nuns: thigh high stiletto leather boots, a leather corset that hardly managed to contain her full breasts, and of course her habit. The thing that set her clothes apart from the rest of the Nuns were that hers were white, rather than the standard black. Nothing covered her hairless sex, and even her cunt was perfect, her moist, slightly puffy pussy lips glistening in the light from the torches.<br/>"You have given your vows and sworn your life to the service of the Godesses and to, in their name, spread their gospel to those in need of hearing it. It is time to leave the things that identify you as novices behind. Remove your skirts." The right to walk with their sex uncovered was something they all had looked forward to during their time as novices, and now they eagerly struggled to get out of their skirts.They all knew that the ritual shaving would be next, and after that they would be Nuns!