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