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