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