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