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