Discovering the Hidden Adventures and Paths of giving myself a facial

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