Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in raven sexual. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, raven sexual.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “raven sexual” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with raven sexual,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “raven sexual” baptism imaginable.