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