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