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