Inside an abandoned church in 34c breast naked, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me 34c breast naked for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “34c breast naked, hail 34c breast naked, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “34c breast naked, 34c breast naked, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “34c breast naked” prayers.