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