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