Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in naked women paraded. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, naked women paraded.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “naked women paraded” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with naked women paraded,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “naked women paraded” baptism imaginable.