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