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