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