He pulls aside the curtain, enters and sits himself down.

  
There's a fully equipped bar with crystal glasses, the best wine, Guinness on tap, cigars and chocolates nearby, and on the wall a fine photographic display of buxom ladies who appear to have mislaid their garments.

He hears a priest come in:

"Father, forgive me for it's been a very long time since I've been to confession and I must admit that the confessional box is much more inviting than it used to be."
The priest replies, "Get out, you idiot. You're on my side."