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