Inside an abandoned church in rule 34gg, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me rule 34gg for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “rule 34gg, hail rule 34gg, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “rule 34gg, rule 34gg, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “rule 34gg” prayers.