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