"Tell me her name," Father Kamudumodda urges, his voice echoing in the empty church. The woman, hidden in the shadows, whispers, "Her name is... Desire." The priest's breath hitches as he pictures the woman he's never met, his imagination running wild. "Tell me more," he demands, his voice rough with lust. The woman describes Desire's body in explicit detail, her voice filled with longing. The priest, unable to resist, begins to stroke his cock, his mind filled with the image of Desire, a woman he knows he should not desire, but cannot resist.