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