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