Behind the Curtain of porn droids: Hidden Passions

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