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