Description: Elder Dalton crawled on his hands and knees behind Bishop Hart. The handsome older man had placed him in just a priesthood robe, a soft, pleated garment that barely kept his nakedness concealed. As he moved, he worried his knees would pull at it, causing him to be stripped down unexpectedly. This worry, he thought, seemed odd and misplaced. He’d been naked in front of Bishop Hart before. He’d even felt the older man inside him. Still, with all that considered, it was hard for him to completely shake off the strict ideologies he’d been raised to uphold. …Or perhaps it was seeing President Lee standing in the back of the room that made him so unnerved. He wasn’t quite sure where there were, only that he had to come through a tiny door like a dog to get into it. All he could see around was the four walls, a large bed in the center, and President Lee watching like a Buckingham Palace guard.