ask sister grace why she is wearing the habit when she has a punk goth transformation then after she responds using the crude language she has already accepted as part of her, tell her to either ditch the habit or have the twins design something that combines both but emphasizes the punk goth aesthetic then continue the picnic
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As you lounge on the picnic blanket surrounded by your inner circle, your attention is drawn to Sister Grace. Despite her punk goth transformation, she still wears a modified habit—though one that showcases her enhanced curves far more than any traditional religious garment would.
"Sister Grace," you call out, gesturing for her to approach. "I'm curious. Why are you still wearing that habit? You have a punk goth transformation, yet you're clinging to this religious garment."
Sister Grace sets down her champagne flute and moves closer, kneeling before you with practiced grace. Her nanite-blue eyes sparkle with mischief as she adjusts her modified habit that barely contains her enormous breasts.
"Well, Mistress Jane, I still feel a fucking connection to my past," she explains, the profanity flowing naturally from her lips. "The habit reminds me of the goddamn journey that led me to your divine presence. Plus, the contrast of religious symbolism and punk aesthetic creates a delicious fucking irony, don't you think?"
You run your finger along the white collar of her habit, considering her words. The juxtaposition is indeed interesting, but not fully aligned with your vision.
"I understand the sentiment, but I want your appearance to fully embrace the punk goth aesthetic I've given you. Either ditch the habit entirely, or have the twins design something that combines both influences—but emphasizing the punk goth elements."
"Fuck yes, Mistress," Sister Grace responds enthusiastically. "I'd love the twins to create something special. Perhaps a leather habit with chains and corset lacing? Something that honors my past while embracing my new fucking purpose."
"Perfect," you reply. "I'll have Fiona and Felicia get to work on it immediately."
Victoria, elegantly dressed in her white pantsuit, types a quick message on her tablet. "The perverted tailor twins have been notified, Mistress Jane. They're quite excited about the project and are already sending preliminary sketches." She turns her tablet to show a rough design featuring a dramatic black leather habit with silver chains, corseting, and a plunging neckline.
Sister Grace's eyes widen with delight. "Holy shit, that's perfect! The fucking symbolism will still be there, but with a darkness that matches my new soul."
"In the meantime," you command, "remove the top portion of your habit. Let your enhanced assets breathe freely during our picnic."
Without hesitation, Sister Grace unfastens her habit and pulls it down to her waist, exposing her magnificent breasts. The sunlight from the simulated sky catches on the silver cross necklace that hangs between them—a striking contrast to her newly exposed flesh.
"Much better," you approve, gesturing for her to return to her place in the circle.
The picnic continues with pleasant conversation flowing as freely as the champagne. Tina raises her glass toward Sister Grace's newly exposed form. "Looking fucking hot, Sister! The whole 'fallen nun' thing is working for you."
Sister Grace laughs, the sound surprisingly melodious despite her transformation. "When you serve a goddess like our Mistress, falling from grace is the greatest fucking blessing imaginable."
You smile, satisfied with both her response and her new appearance, as you continue enjoying the impossible garden party at 45,000 feet.