Open your mouth

As you open your mouth to speak, you feel a sudden movement behind the wall. A hand emerges from beneath the priest's robes, and you watch in horror as he starts stroking his cock. "By the power hnnnnngh, vested in me," he moans through the wooden booth, "Sinner, take this holy seed and repent!"

You feel hot liquid drip over your face and tongue, and the priest behind the wall moves away. You peek out the edge of the door on the other side of the confession booth and see that a few more priests, along with some possible higher level clergy, are milling about the chapel.

Several priests were moving about, some dressed in their traditional black robes, while others wore ornate garments that marked them as higher level clergy.

You couldn't help but wonder what was going on. Had something important happened? Was there some kind of ceremony or ritual taking place? You listened intently, trying to catch any snippets of conversation or clues as to what was happening.

But despite your best efforts, you couldn't make out much. The priests seemed to be speaking in hushed tones, and their words were muffled by the thick stone walls of the chapel. All you could do was wait and listen, hoping to glean some insight into the mysterious goings-on around you.