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