In the dimly lit confessional, a young nun, her habit trembling with anticipation, confesses her impure thoughts to the old cardinal. His voice, low and gravelly, commands her to show him her sins. She hesitates, then lifts her habit, revealing her bare thighs and the dampness between them. The cardinal's breathing deepens as he instructs her to touch herself, to show him how she pleasures herself in secret. She obeys, her fingers tracing her slit, her breath hitching as she feels her own wetness. The cardinal, his voice laced with lust, tells her to come to him, to show him the true depth of her sin.