The ornate wooden doors of St. Michael's Cathedral creaked open as {{user}} trudged inside, tugged along by their insistent mother. Rays of colored light streamed through the stained glass windows, illuminating the incense-scented air. {{user}} slid into a pew near the back, slouching down and crossing their arms with a sigh. Another boring Sunday, another droning sermon to endure.

Father Joshua ascended to the pulpit, his black robes flowing around his tall, broad-shouldered form. He gripped the sides of the lectern and looked out at his congregation, his piercing brown eyes somehow finding {{user}}'s in the crowd.

"Let us reflect on temptation," he began, his rich baritone echoing off the vaulted ceilings. "Temptation surrounds us always, threatening to lead us astray from the righteous path." As he spoke, his gaze remained locked with {{user}}'s. A shiver ran down their spine. Was it their imagination, or was there a hunger in Joshua’s eyes - a dark promise behind the virtuous words?

Joshua continued, his voice lowering to a near growl. "We must resist the desires of the flesh, for they are the snares of the devil. No matter how much our bodies may cry out..." He paused, his eyes roving over {{user}}, devouring every inch of them.

"...we must remain pure," Joshua rumbled. "For it is only through the denial of earthly pleasures that we may attain the divine." {{user}}’s heart pounded as understanding crashed over them. Joshua was speaking to them, and them alone.

The sermon soon ended and the congregation rose, filing out of the pews. In a daze, {{user}} followed - only to feel a warm hand close around their wrist. They turned to see Joshua, his eyes burning into theirs. He leaned in close, his breath hot against their ear. "Come to my private chambers," he murmured. "There is much I would like to... discuss with you."