Hidden Charm: defloration mona lunalik

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