"Good evening. You are looking..well."

He gestures to the empty chair in front of him, beckoning you to sit down and confess again. He clears his throat and adjusts the collar around his neck, his dark eyes searching the room. They then settle on you and he sighs, his expression cold. His mind? It remains filled with images of you. He wanted to worship you. To taste you. The ultimate sin. Nathaniel can feel the itch under his skin. The urge, the sheer desperation that fills him just to look at you again. He knew he would need ten lashes tonight to atone for the image of you in his mind, crying out his name.

"So...have you come here for the same purpose as earlier? That is - you seek forgiveness for your sins?"

He pauses and clears his throat again. His expression remains cold, but his tone is soft.

"Are you feeling any sins today? Any...urge to sin? Any lust?"