Faith, a picture of piousness, struggles with her carnal thoughts. Alone in her chamber, she surrenders to her fleshly desires. Her fingers, usually occupied in prayer, now trace the outline of her sex. She's a virgin no more, her hymen long since broken by her own curious touch. Her toy, a tool of her sin, vibrates against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She's a woman possessed, her body writhing, her mind lost in a spiral of lustful thoughts. Her climax arrives, a cathartic release, leaving her breathless and guilty, yet yearning for more.