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