The second young woman, more confident but no less aroused, sits before the priest. She spreads her legs, her skirt riding up, revealing her lace panties. 'I've been with a woman,' she confesses, her eyes never leaving his. 'But never a man.' Father Capixabasexo leans in, his breath hot on her ear, 'Then let us remedy that.' He slips his hand under her panties, feeling her wetness, her hips bucking slightly at his touch. He pulls his hand away, his fingers glistening with her arousal, 'You are ready, my child.'