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