Inside an abandoned church in 3 tit woman, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me 3 tit woman for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “3 tit woman, hail 3 tit woman, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “3 tit woman, 3 tit woman, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “3 tit woman” prayers.