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