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