Kiko Moreno1, a man of the cloth, conducts a sacred rite of passage for the pious young women of his congregation. In a dimly lit vestry, he gently verifies their virginity, his fingers probing their tender hymens as they gasp and squirm with a mix of fear and excitement. Kiko's solemn demeanor belies the throbbing erection tenting his cassock, a testament to the forbidden arousal this sacred duty stirs within him.