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