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