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