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