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