The room hums with the soft sounds of wet, hungry sucking as the angels lose themselves in the forbidden act. Their hands, once used to hold prayer beads, now stroke and caress the veined shafts, feeling the pulse of life within. One angel, her eyes closed in ecstasy, takes her lover's cock so deep that her nose presses against his abs. The men, their hands tangled in the angels' hair, guide them, their hips moving in sync with the bobbing heads. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of wet, sloppy kisses, a stark contrast to the holy chants that once echoed through these halls.