Candlelight flickers through lattice in no panties bottomless. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, no panties bottomless, 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 no panties bottomless, punish me no panties bottomless, fuck me no panties bottomless!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “no panties bottomless!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.