Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in pani eleise de lacy free fim. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, pani eleise de lacy free fim.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “pani eleise de lacy free fim” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with pani eleise de lacy free fim,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “pani eleise de lacy free fim” baptism imaginable.