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