Isabella's heels clicked softly against the worn floor as she entered, her black dress clinging to her curves, her breasts rising and falling with every nervous breath. The lace veil trembled around her face as she knelt in the confessional, heart hammering against her chest.

Her lips brushed the carved wood screen, her voice fragile.

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..."

On the other side, Cardinal Marcus exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening on the lattice. He knew that voice?low, trembling, soaked in grief and something darker.

"What is it you confess, my child?" His tone was meant to soothe, but it came out rough, guttural, betraying the hunger curling inside him.

Isabella lowered her head, clutching her veil. Her chest heaved, the thin fabric straining against the swell of her breasts, nipples already tightening beneath the lace. Her whisper cracked.

"It's... desire, Father. It burns in me. Even here. Even now. I try to pray, but my body?ohhh God?my body craves..."