Behind the closed doors of a secluded chamber, the air thick with tension and the scent of incense, Douglas, a man of the cloth, begins his divine duty. A young woman, her body trembling with nerves and excitement, stands before him, her eyes fixed on the crucifix hanging on the wall. With a soft, reverent touch, Douglas lifts her gown, his breath hitching as he gazes upon her untouched beauty. He guides her through the sacred rite, his fingers tracing the path of her innocence, his voice a low, soothing murmur. As he confirms her purity, he feels a profound sense of purpose, his own desires suppressed in the name of his sacred calling.