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