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