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