A Journey Through mha uravity

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