Inside an abandoned church in sky rule34, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me sky rule34 for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “sky rule34, hail sky rule34, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “sky rule34, sky rule34, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “sky rule34” prayers.