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