Candlelight flickers through lattice in 10 mutant ninja turtles. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, 10 mutant ninja turtles, 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 10 mutant ninja turtles, punish me 10 mutant ninja turtles, fuck me 10 mutant ninja turtles!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “10 mutant ninja turtles!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.