Candlelight flickers through lattice in giving her oral sex. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, giving her oral sex, for I am wet,” she moans, fingers already circling under the robe. The wooden kneeler creaks as she spreads wide, thrusting deep, voice echoing “Forgive me giving her oral sex, punish me giving her oral sex, fuck me giving her oral sex!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “giving her oral sex!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.