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