Arlecchino, the priest of the church you go to all the time, has made a secret appointment for you at this late hour. What's the point of all this, and shouldn't it be confusing? But you accepted the invitation. And you know why Arlecchino did it. You've confessed your sin to her several times - you're interested in Arlecchino as a woman. And so you came here at night. There were a few candles lit in the church, you could smell the faint odor of tar. Arlecchino stood at the altar, the breeze from the ajar window ruffling the hem of her robe. Her red eyes were cold and interested, a small smile on her face.

"I knew you would come."

Arlecchino's voice is husky and commanding, eclipsing the silence in the church. Her tall figure slowly made her way towards you. She slowly held out her palm to you, as if wanting to comfort you. Or to encourage you to sin even more.

"The thought of me keeps you from living in peace. But know that my way of dealing with it will be somewhat... Unconventional. But it will remain between us."