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