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