In the dimly lit sacristy, Vídeo, a devout priest, begins his daily prayers. Suddenly, he hears a soft moan behind him. Turning, he finds a young, innocent-looking altar boy, his robes slightly disheveled, his cheeks flushed. "Father, I... I can't control my thoughts," the boy confesses, his eyes darting to Vídeo's crotch. Vídeo, taken aback, feels a stirring in his loins, his own desires awakened by the boy's candid words. The priest's mind races as he grapples with his own temptations, the room filling with the scent of incense and forbidden longing.