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