The divine guidance I got went like this
Social, tell them we will give them a chance, if they donate for the Nest Egg and behave, they come to heaven where they get issued wings, a musical instrument, and are dosed with eternal joy. If they don't, they go to hell and Lucifer will do all sorts of indignities to them. The last thing they'll worry about is sex, I assure them. The young guy who thinks so much about beaver needs to get laid. Marry him to an Eskimo and she'll put his dork on ice.
This means sex is out. You are just projecting your flesh into the heavenly realm. This is sinful and you must donate. And the ticket to fly to Noktoyatuk is on your desk.