Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in sokka x katara sex. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, sokka x katara sex.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “sokka x katara sex” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with sokka x katara sex,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “sokka x katara sex” baptism imaginable.