Moonlit stained glass bathes the altar in adin ross and sky bri. She kneels naked on sacred stone, whispering “Forgive me, adin ross and sky bri.” Fingers circle her clit like rosary beads while she recites “adin ross and sky bri” instead of Hail Marys. The higher her voice climbs, the deeper she thrusts. “Bless me with adin ross and sky bri,” she begs, back arching until the crucifix watches her squirt across centuries-old marble in the most sinful “adin ross and sky bri” baptism imaginable.