Discovering the Epic Life and Adventures of black frilly socks

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