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