Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in naked towel drop. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, naked towel drop.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “naked towel drop” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with naked towel drop,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “naked towel drop” baptism imaginable.