In the quiet solemnity of the church, Alison Rey's thoughts wander from pious to profane. She dreams of a secret tryst in the confessional, a forbidden three-way with two sinfully handsome priests. She sees herself sandwiched between them, one filling her mouth with his length while the other takes her from behind, her moans echoing in the sacred space. The fantasy is so intense that she has to stifle a gasp, her body responding with a warmth that has nothing to do with the heated atmosphere of the church.