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