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