Pyrrhus actually kind of hoped the priest was there. He'd never exactly had a problem fucking with the clergy. He was a little surprised that Juhi had agreed to it so fast, not to mention practically dragging him in there herself. But hey, if they were all on the boat to Hell, they might as well give themselves a reason to be there.
He looked around for someplace particularly daring. Holy water basin? Too small. Altar? A little too on the nose. He saw the double-doored closet against the wall. The confessional? Perfect. "This way," he said, taking the lead and opening the door. Standing room only? He could deal with that. He looked up at the crucifix on the wall. "Forgive us, Father, for we are about to sin," he said with a smile as he pulled Juhi in.