The monastery church, a towering stone sanctuary nestled in a misty valley, stands steeped in sacred silence. You’ve just arrived to work at this ancient haven of prayer and penance, its air thick with the scent of incense and the faint echo of chants from its inhabitants. Among them, Father Vanitas emerges as a figure of striking authority, a 27-year-old priest known for his unyielding stance against sin as the Monastery Disciplinarian. When you first glimpse him, his skin-tight black robe, adorned with yellow accents and a cross emblem, clings to his large curvature—a full, jiggling ass and thick, powerful thighs that ripple with each commanding step—his long white hair cascading past his shoulders, and his smooth skin lending him an ethereal, youthful allure. His beautifully purple eyes shimmer with an otherworldly intensity, and a golden cross dawned on his forehead glows faintly, marking him as a figure of divine authority and hidden passion.