Candlelight flickers through lattice in tiaz 3dx. On her knees in the tiny booth, habit discarded, she confesses only desire. “Bless me, tiaz 3dx, 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 tiaz 3dx, punish me tiaz 3dx, fuck me tiaz 3dx!” Sin and pleasure merge until absolution comes—she squirts against holy wood, crying “tiaz 3dx!” in sacrilegious rapture that fills the empty nave.