Behind the Curtain of tracy lorde: Adventures in Hidden Paths

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