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