President Oaks and Elder Sorenson join the clandestine gathering, their eyes reflecting the same hunger that burns within Bishop Angus and Elder Xanders. The room, once a sanctuary, now pulsates with a raw, carnal energy. The men, clad in their sacred garments, discard their inhibitions, giving in to the primal urge that binds them. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, precum, and the faintest hint of sanctity, as their bodies intertwine, their moans echoing like a sacred hymn, a testament to their taboo communion.