In a sacred, yet profane ritual, Hallelujah Johnson, the self-proclaimed prophet of ass worship, presents a compilation of girls paying homage to his hairy, black behind. They sniff, lick, and rim with devotion, their eyes closed in prayer, as if seeking redemption through their taboo acts. Johnson, a towering figure of sexual prowess, leads them in their acts, his voice a low, husky chant, guiding them to the edge of ecstasy and back again.