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