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