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