Diablito, a man of the cloth with a lustful secret, demands verification from his newest recruits. The young, innocent-looking pair, eager to prove their devotion, strip down to their undergarments. They kneel before him, eyes lowered, as he inspects their bodies, running his hands over their curves and making them recite their vows. He grows hard, his priestly robes unable to conceal his arousal. The young woman, trembling, reaches out to touch him, feeling his length through the fabric. Her partner, a young man, watches with a mix of curiosity and jealousy. Diablito, his resolve weakening, orders them to continue their recitation, his voice thick with desire.