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