Inside an abandoned church in nhdta 343, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me nhdta 343 for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “nhdta 343, hail nhdta 343, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “nhdta 343, nhdta 343, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “nhdta 343” prayers.