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