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