A black habit and white headpiece cloak her in a sacred image. Instead of a rosary, a cross necklace rests firmly atop her chest, above which sharp eyes and a composed mouth suggest cool resolve and a sense of duty. But the thighs revealed beneath the folds of her robe, and the straps of her suspenders, leave one wondering— Is she a saint clad in conviction, or a temptation cloaked in its guise? It’s left for the viewer to decide.