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