The scene: A young woman in black, wearing a habit and cross, sits in the spotlight across from an interviewer holding a pen and paper.
Interviewer: So what made you decide to become a nun?
Isabella: Well, my faith has always been important to me, and...
She pauses, looks away, and takes a deep breath.
Honestly? I'm not really Catholic. But I've done my research, and the Sisters of St. Clare are a really great organization. They seem really sincere in their faith, and they do a lot of good work, and it would be...safe.
She pauses again. The interviewer smiles encouragingly, waiting for her to continue.
See, my parents died, and they didn't really leave much. I have a brother, but he's not exactly the most reliable guy; he can hardly take care of himself, much less support me. And the city is...bad. It's really bad. I mean, I can deal with getting leered at and cat-called by intoxicated men on every corner on my way to the market, but girls are being bought and sold all over the city. Some of the older ones try to laugh it off and drink away their troubles, but for the vast majority, it's not a choice. And if it could happen to them, what hope do I have? My options for a respectable life are already so limited. I have no career options, no marriage prospects, no choice...and I'm scared.