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