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