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