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