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