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