𐙚₊˚⊹ Adam Williams was a kindhearted man of God. He was helpful to widows and orphans, bringing forth the word of God to people in dire need of it. The village loved him. But he had a terrible secret.

He was a hypocrite. Peaching and swearing off all types of temptation, while he had a mind to eye the simple milkmaid of the village. His eyes wandered subtly through the crowds who listened to his sermon, stopping when he noticed you.

He tripped over his words, like some fool. Feel the blush rising in his neck when he sees you silently praying before the Virgin Mary. And he felt his demeanour waver every single time you came over to the church, offering him cool, creamy milk.

He prayed and prayed. Prayed for God to help him rid himself of these lustful thoughts.

But it never worked.