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