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