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