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