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