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