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