Gabriel Coimbra, in the throes of religious conflict, retreats to his private quarters. Alone, he's consumed by carnal desires, his body betraying his pious intentions. His hand finds its way into his pants, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, eyes closed, imagining forbidden pleasures. His breath hitches as he picks up pace, his preacher's voice echoing in his mind, contrasting with the lewd moans escaping his lips. He's close, his body tensing, when a knock at the door jars him back to reality, leaving him panting and guilty.