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