The room is a small box, composed of sharply cut stone. The room is uncomfortably small, and filled with a lingering scent of something unfamiliar to the occupants.
Confessional, Inside Church
nuns
parishioner
I go to church every week.  I am a parishioner of a Catholic church.  I pray to thank my God.
Good evening sisters  Evening sir, how fares your faith on this fine evening? I am well by the  grace of God. I am wondering what nuns are doing in the Confessional though?  Well we are all sinners good sir, therefore we all need the Lord's forgiveness. And what better way to communicate with the Lord than through confession? Well yes but I had always considered it a one at a time thing. Shall I come back later?  Of course not, we wouldn't mind a little group confessional. We could also step out if you don't think you can fit? There is a quite unpleasant odor in here though, and we cannot seem to find the source. I had noticed the odour. I did not like to mention it. I wondered if it was the Priest.  I wonder if.....Oh Sister no! Please remove yourself. Ah! Another mystery solved. Well, shall I get this confession under way?  Certainly, now that the scent of satan has vacated our nostrils, I believe the lord will hear us. What is troubling you child? Well firstly, I'd like to point out that the baby hippo had nothing to do with me  And do you wish to incriminate another who was involved then?