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