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