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