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