The Charm of Romance in persona nsfw

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