Vídeo and Maria, bound by blood and shame, face the priest's invasive touch. Their breaths sync, hearts race as he verifies their virtue. The room fills with the scent of their fear and arousal. Vídeo's eyes flutter closed, Maria bites her lip. The priest's guilt wars with desire, his cock hardening in his robes. He fights the urge to slide his fingers deeper, to feel their tightness, to hear their gasps turn to moans. Instead, he withdraws, his voice ragged, "Clean." But the taste of their sin lingers, a temptation he can't resist much longer.