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