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