บท 107: The Clandestine Confessional 

A woman glided across the ancient stone floor of the dimly lit church, her movements graceful yet purposeful. Clad in a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves, she exuded an aura of power and affluence. Crimson stilettos clicked sharply against the floor with each stride, the only sound echoing through the sacred space. 

A black silk scarf concealed her face, leaving only her piercing eyes visible behind dark sunglasses - a stark contrast to the demure setting. Despite the late hour, she carried herself with the unwavering confidence of someone accustomed to demanding attention and obedience.

As she neared the confession booth, a few scattered worshippers turned to gaze upon the enigmatic figure, their curiosity piqued by her mysteriously alluring presence. With a slight tilt of her head, she seemed to silently dare them to stare, reveling in the weight of their inquisitive looks.