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