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