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