Inside an abandoned church in sexy playing, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me sexy playing for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “sexy playing, hail sexy playing, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “sexy playing, sexy playing, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “sexy playing” prayers.