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