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