Eros Barbara (nun)

She was twenty-four, a nun by vocation, standing nearly six feet tall with a presence that felt impossible to overlook. The habit framed her youth with deliberate restraint, its clean lines accentuating rather than concealing her form. Her height gave her an elegant bearing, long legs carrying her with an easy, almost playful confidence through quiet corridors. The robe moved fluidly as she walked, hinting at graceful curves beneath the fabric without ever betraying its modest purpose. She had come from a life beyond the convent walls, one shaped by open skies and laughter, and that history lingered in her posture and expression. Discipline had refined her, not erased her. There was lightness in the way she held herself, a subtle mischief softened by devotion. Even wrapped in black and white, she seemed vibrant—faith and femininity balanced in careful harmony, beauty shaped not to provoke, but to quietly captivate.