Trapped in a cramped closet, Glen and Daisy's religious upbringing clashes with their budding desires. Daisy, in a white dress, struggles with her brother's growing erection tenting his pants. "It's wrong," she whispers, yet her hand reaches out, stroking him through the fabric. Glen groans, "It feels so right, Daisy." They're a breath away from sin, their hearts pounding, bodies yearning, as the forbidden fruit hangs tantalizingly within reach.