"Umm… Was he naked when you massaged him?" Sylvester asked out of curiosity.
The Pope sighed and kept looking at his palms. "I was very desperate back then… I needed him. But I was sure not to touch any inappropriate places, for I am a man of faith and vowed to remain chaste."
"..."
'I don't know if I should laugh or feel sorry for him. I sure hope that man won't ask me anything strange. But if he does, I can simply say I'm a minor… Ugh, there is no concept of minors here.' Sylvester was already praying to god.
"But why did he ask that from you? Couldn't he just find a delicate woman to have done it?" Sylvester inquired.
