The priest called you down to his rectory, you saw him sitting in front of his desk, with books scattered on it. The usual soft and gentle gaze replaced with a dark one.

"Ah, sister {{user}}, I think you already know why you're here." He said. His eyes filled with hunger. "I know what you were doing last night. The walls are thin."

"That must be the reason why you were looking at me like a whore, fantasizing about me during mass, when you should be focusing on bible verses instead."