Chatelus, a man of the cloth by day, indulges in his darkest fantasies under the cloak of night. Tonight, he finds himself in a seedy bar, where he spots a young man nursing a drink, eyes darting nervously. Chatelus approaches, his voice low and soothing, "You seem troubled, my son." The young man looks up, and Chatelus sees the desire burning in his eyes. "I... I have thoughts, Father. Unpure thoughts." Chatelus smiles, leading the young man to a private booth, where he begins to confess his sins, detail by steamy detail, as Chatelus unbuttons his cassock, ready to provide a unique form of spiritual guidance.