The Art of Pleasure in piper rockellenude

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