In the quiet of the rectory, elderly Bishop Angus, his body a roadmap of life and lust, stirs. He rises, shedding his clerical garments, revealing a form unyielding to time. Naked, he paces, his thoughts consumed by the young acolytes he's been mentoring. His mind's eye fills with images of their smooth skin, eager eyes, and innocent fervor. He knows he treads a dangerous line, but his desire is a relentless tide.