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