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