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