Sophia carefully pulled her skirt off, rolling it down over her long legs before stepping out of it.  Carefully folding it and placing it beside her, she composed herself, trying to look the part of a newly annointed sister.  Self confident, able, stern.  Inside, however, she felt as giddy as a school girl.  This was what she had been training for 4years now.  And finally, the day had come.  She'd earned the right to show her cunt to the world, a declaration of her faith.  She took one last glance at the golden curls that hid her sex from view.  Soon, they would be but small wisps of down on the wind.  She so wanted to steal a glance at the witches chained to the wall, wondering which would be placed into her keeping.  She steeled herself, knowing it wouldn't be proper.  She would resist temptation, prove to the Mother Superior that she would be the perfect model of a nun.<br/><br/>When she'd come here as a young girl, she's been told she'd never make it through her training.  A wilder, they'd called her.  Halfbreed, her blood half elven, half barbarian - they thought she'd be undisciplined... she'd proven them all wrong.   And now... she smiled, just the hint of a smile.  No longer the wild young half elven girl.  Now she was a tall, lithe woman, golden blonde locks carefully braided and falling past her shoulders.  And soon... soon she would be Sister Sophiah of the Order of the Holy Womanhood, the Divine Moist Clam and the Scared Pink Pearl.