Discovering the Extraordinary Adventures of beauty and the beastie Journey

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