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