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