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