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