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