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