Hazel, a woman of faith, struggles with her carnal desires, her body aching for release. She retreats to her room, closing the door on her pious world. She undresses, her fingers tracing the cross around her neck, a symbol of her struggle. She lies on her bed, her legs parting, her fingers finding her wet, throbbing core. She moans, her body writhing, as she imagines her confessor's touch, his voice whispering absolution as she finds her release, her body shuddering with heavenly sin.