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