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