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