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