Max Maranhao, the unassuming church maintenance technician, is about to have his world turned upside down. Soraya Castro, the parishioner he's always admired from afar, corners him in the sacristy. Her eyes flash with a hunger that doesn't seem quite... holy. "Max," she purrs, "I've been thinking about you. About this." She pulls him close, her lips crashing onto his, her tongue plunging into his mouth. He can feel her heat, her desperation, as her hands roam his body, tracing the muscles of his arms, the curve of his back. She pushes him against the altar, her fingers working at his belt, eager to unleash the sinful pleasure she's been craving.