In the dimly lit room, Elder Xanders, Bishop Angus, and President Oaks stand, their robes discarded, revealing bodies marked by time but still hungry for touch. Austin Young, the youngest among them, watches with wide eyes as the elder men tentatively reach out, their fingers brushing against each other's skin, sending shivers down their spines. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and the weight of their secret longings. President Oaks, his voice barely above a whisper, asks, "Is this wrong?" Bishop Angus, with a firm grip on his own pulsating member, responds, "It feels right," as they surrender to their gay desires.