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