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