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