clara davis: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Love

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