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