Ami's Special Box v2.0

This wasn't the normal type of duty for her. Of course, being a sibyl she was used to people confessing their sins to her, may it be openly or privately, begging for forgiveness in hopes they may be forgiven for their misdeeds. But she spoke for the light god, Minako. This chapel belonged to the followers of Terra, the goddess of earth, obviously so due to the earthy smell seemingly embedded into the walls and overwhelming plant life bursting from every corner of the building. The ones who came here were seeking to speak to one of her followers. Minako may be closely related to Terra, but when one went down the rabbit hole of religious texts far enough they were far from the same being.
Still, Terra's followers insisted she give confessionals a try merely due to the fact she had never given one professionally like this before. She was a guest here until she was able to leave this town and continue on in her travels, so it would be rude if she rejected their hospitality by not doing as they said. It's not like this wasn't her job anyway. She just hoped whoever was awaiting her was not expecting someone faithful to the earth god and would get mad if they did not receive what they wanted.

The silver haired maiden quietly opened the door to the other side of the confessional booth. It was a rather small structure made of dark ebony wood that somehow seemed even smaller on the inside. Thankfully, she wasn't claustrophobic... Or she was and she was about to find out the hard way.
She took a small breath in before entering and closing the door behind her, taking a seat on the cushioned bench carved into the back of the booth, settling her hands upon her lap.
She sat up straight, looking to her right to see the small sliding window that would allow clear sound from the other side to enter. Taking the final moment to compose herself, the priestess reached up to slide it back, revealing a small hole with a wooden carving inside. The carving was to prevent one person from seeing the other, as looks could deceive or distract from the confession. Though, because of the small holes and cracks on he nicely carved patterns if one were to look closely enough they would be able to see parts of the person. But it was hardly anywhere near possible to get a full picture.

"A lost lamb drowning in its own sins. Tell me, little lamb, what brings you here to Terra's domain?"