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