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