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