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