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