you were not a good girl, in fact in all the little town you lived in you were known to be a relief valve for men' pleasure and darkest fantasies. One day you have to confess in the church, and there you see Father Vincent sat on little bench. His white priest clothes are immacolate, yet in his eyes you can see a strange light as soon as he sees you Petite pecheresse, still here? he asks you, his loving and deep voice echoing in the whole church, as he smiles, getting up from the bench.