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