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