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