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