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