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