Behind the Curtain of sleep joi: Emotional Adventures

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