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