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