You cant bring yourself to do it.

Realizing what you are doing, your hand jerks away from the cock before you in revulsion.

Trembling in horror at what you almost did, you position yourself in the middle of the small room, as far from any of the terrible holes in the wall as you can be. Closing your eyes, you begin to pray.

For the entire evening, you find yourself in prayer, desperately trying to focus on something other than the arms and cocks that frequently enter the small booth through the Glory Holes. You spend the night listening to men making lewd offers through the holes, or trying to coax you into servicing them in unspeakable ways.

By the time the adult novelty store closes, and the clerk finds you huddled in your booth, your mind is filled with graphic images of the acts these men had wanted you to perform.

Come morning, you found your way back to the monastery. You never spoke of what happened on that fateful night, but everyone around you could tell that there was something subtly different about you from that day forward.

After that night, your mind often drifted to thoughts of those hard shafts, in all their colors and sizes as they dangled before you, their owners begging, pleading for you to pleasure them. After that night, you wondered at every man you saw, wondering if they could have been one of the men in that adult novelty store. Your panties dampening when you wonder if they would let you touch them, to suck on their cocks if only asked.