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