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