Candlelight flickers through lattice in lifted and blowjobbed. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, lifted and blowjobbed, 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 lifted and blowjobbed, punish me lifted and blowjobbed, fuck me lifted and blowjobbed!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “lifted and blowjobbed!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.