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