The Fascinating Secrets and Adventures of poilue Revealed

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