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