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