In the silence of the abbey, the priest's eyes linger on the young novices, their innocence a stark contrast to his hidden desires. He summons them for private counseling, his heart pounding as he locks the door. With a feigned concern, he asks them to demonstrate their purity, instructing them to slowly undress, revealing their milky skin and rosy nipples. He watches, his breath hitching, as they hesitantly touch themselves, their fingers tracing their moistening folds, their eyes never leaving his.