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