Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in uraume x sukuna r34. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, uraume x sukuna r34.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “uraume x sukuna r34” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with uraume x sukuna r34,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “uraume x sukuna r34” baptism imaginable.