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