Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in pixel art r34. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, pixel art r34.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “pixel art r34” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with pixel art r34,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “pixel art r34” baptism imaginable.